Increasingly Clear
Saturday, December 31st, 2005But suddenly I was 29, earning my living as a freelance public-relations writer—an activity I can recommend to no one—and it was increasingly clear that I had better write a novel soon.
(Richard Yates, “Some Very Good Masters”, in The New York Times Book Review, 19 April 1981).
I’m currently reading Blake Bailey’s Yates biography, A Tragic [...]