I remember tearing up the first time I read Nabokov's description, in 'Speak, Memory,' of his father being tossed on a blanket by cheering muzhiks, with its astonishingly subtle foreshadowing of grief and mourning. Michael Chabon astonishinglyblanketcheer share on social
The things I keep going back to, rereading, maybe they say more about me as a reader than about the books. Love in the Time of Cholera, Pale Fire. Michael Chabon backbookcholera Change image and share on social
That's the best thing about writing, when you're in that zone, you're porous, ready to absorb the solution. Michael Chabon absorbporousready Change image and share on social
It was fun. That was something I came to fairly late. Michael Chabon fairlyfunlate Change image and share on social
When I was in my early to mid-teens, that was a very heavy diet of science fiction and fantasy, so those were the kinds of books I tended to imagine writing someday, or even began to try to write. Michael Chabon beginbookdiet Change image and share on social
I wasn't involved, except to the degree that they sent me drafts of the script as the writer turned them in. They asked me at one point to write a memo about what I thought of it. Michael Chabon askdegreedraft Change image and share on social
I love Richard Yates, his work, and the novel, Revolutionary Road. It's a devastating novel. Michael Chabon devastateloverevolutionary Change image and share on social
I wanted to give readers the feeling of knowing the characters, a mental image. Michael Chabon characterfeltgive Change image and share on social
So it was scary, but that's how it goes. To my great delight, I discovered that it did all belong. Michael Chabon belongdelightdiscover Change image and share on social
I found one remaining box of comics which I had saved. When I opened it up and that smell came pouring out, that old paper smell, I was struck by a rush of memories, a sense of my childhood self that seemed to be contained in there. Michael Chabon boxchildhoodcomic share on social
