I didn't want to write a biographie romancee especially since I already write novels, nor did I want to challenge the rules of the biography game, arbitrary as those rules might be. Edmund White arbitrarybiographiebiography Change image and share on social
'One Hundred Years of Solitude' is a masterpiece because it is an episodic novel that has a rigorous form - an unprecedented combination. From the very beginning we know the town of Macondo will endure only a century, so there is a limit to the length of the narrative. Edmund White begincenturycombination share on social
Perhaps no other body of literature is as subject to political pressures from within the community as gay fiction. Edmund White bodycommunityfiction Change image and share on social
In retrospect, we could see that the 1950s had been a reactionary period in America of Eisenhower blandness, of virulent anticommunism, of the 'Feminine Mystique.' Edmund White 1950samericaanticommunism Change image and share on social
I never liked my father. He really was a dullard and misanthrope. My mother and he were married for 22, years and it was an ill match. She encouraged me to be a writer. She opened her home to black friends, and this was the 1950s. She didn't care later when I write about her. Edmund White 1950sblackcare share on social
When a woman falls in love with me, I feel guilty. I am convinced that it's pure obstinacy that keeps me from reciprocating her passion. As I explain to her that I'm gay, it sounds, even to me, like a silly excuse; I scarcely believe it myself. Edmund White convinceexcuseexplain share on social
These rejections hurt me terribly because I felt it was my life that was being rejected. Edmund White felthurtlife Change image and share on social
Readers of novels often fall into the bad habit of being overly exacting about the characters' moral flaws. They apply to these fictional beings standards that no one they know in real life could possibly meet. Edmund White applybadbeing share on social
Key West is the place where your sickly house plant back in New York grows to 10 ft. It's also the place where an 8-ft. cactus, the century plant, produces a huge yellow flower every great once in a while, like a robot proffering a bouquet. After the plant flowers, it dies. Edmund White backbouquetcactus share on social
The Internet's impact is immense. My students can't imagine ever paying for a book. Edmund White bookimagineimmense Change image and share on social
