Samb Hicks
https://www.goodreads.com/sambson
Samb Hicks
is currently reading
progress:
(page 21 of 176)
"Wondering how children would take this stuff. In the first 3 stories (they're grouped like; '5 stories about the potato faced blind man blah, blah, blah') there was a lot of repetition of the long odd names of characters. A little tedious, which is why I haven't picked it back up... yet." — May 31, 2019 05:51AM
"Wondering how children would take this stuff. In the first 3 stories (they're grouped like; '5 stories about the potato faced blind man blah, blah, blah') there was a lot of repetition of the long odd names of characters. A little tedious, which is why I haven't picked it back up... yet." — May 31, 2019 05:51AM
progress:
(page 74 of 192)
"It starts as an autobiog, then transforms into poetry, then a stream of consciousness riff on the inner self, our place on the planet and anything else he thinks of. Really great, just slow going, what with no punctuation and only every 100th word capitalized." — May 31, 2019 05:45AM
"It starts as an autobiog, then transforms into poetry, then a stream of consciousness riff on the inner self, our place on the planet and anything else he thinks of. Really great, just slow going, what with no punctuation and only every 100th word capitalized." — May 31, 2019 05:45AM
“It was not my intention - it never was - to invent a character who should speak for me, the author, in person. A character is in a story to fill a role there, and the character's life along with its expression of life is defined by that surrounding - indeed is created by its own story. Yet, it seems to me now, years after I wrote The Golden Apples, that I did bring forth a character with whom I came to feel oddly in touch. She derived from what I already knew for myself, even felt I had always known. What I have put into her is my passion for my own life work, my own art. Exposing yourself to risk is a truth that Mrs. Eckhart and I had in common. What animates and possesses me is what drives Mrs. Eckhart, the love of her art and the love of giving it, the desire to give it until there is no more left. Of course any writer is in part all of his characters. How otherwise would they be known to him, occur to him, become what they are? In the making of her character out of my most inward and most deeply felt self, I would say I have found my voice in my own fiction.”
― On Writing
― On Writing
“I'm prepared now to use the wonderful word confluence, which of itself exists as a reality and a symbol in one. It is the only kind of symbol that for me as a writer had any weight, testifying to the pattern, one of the chief patterns, of human experience. Of course the greatest confluence of all is that which makes up the human memory - the individual human memory. My own is the treasure most dearly regarded by me, in my life and in my work as a writer. Here time, also, is subject to confluence. The memory is a living thing - it too is in transit. But during its moment, all that is remembered joins, and lives - the old and the young, the past and the present, the living and the dead.”
― On Writing
― On Writing
“The frame through which I viewed the world changed too, over time. Greater than scene, I came to see, is situation. Greater than situation is implication. Greater than all of these is a single, entire human being, who will never be confined in any frame.”
― On Writing
― On Writing
“Writing a story or a novel is one way of discovering sequence in experience, of stumbling upon cause and effect in the happenings of a writer's own life. This has been the case with me. Connections slowly emerge. Like distant landmarks you are approaching, cause and effect begin to align themselves, draw closer together. Experiences too indefinite of outline in themselves to be recognized for themselves connect and are identified as a larger shape. And suddenly a light is thrown back, as when your train makes a curve, showing that there has been a mountain of meaning rising behind you on the way you've come, is rising there still, proven now through retrospect. Writing fiction has developed in me an abiding respect for the unknown in a human lifetime and a sense of where to look for the threads, how to follow, how to connect, find in the thick of the tangle what clear line persists. The strands are all there: to the memory nothing is ever lost.”
― On Writing
― On Writing
“The characters who go to make up my stories and novels are not portraits. Characters I invent along with the story that carries them. Attached to them are what I've borrowed, perhaps unconsciously, bit by bit, of persons I have seen or noticed or remembered in the flesh - a cast of countenance here, a manner of walking there, that jumps to the visualizing mind when a story is under way. I don't write by invasion into the life of a real person: my own sense of privacy is too strong for that; and I also know instinctively that living people to whom you are close - those known to you in ways too deep, too overflowing, ever to be plumbed outside love - do not yield to, could never fit into, the demands of a story. Characters take on life sometimes by luck, but I suspect it is when you can write most entirely out of yourself, that a character becomes in its own right another human being on the page.”
― On Writing
― On Writing
Samb’s 2024 Year in Books
Take a look at Samb’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
More friends…
Polls voted on by Samb
Lists liked by Samb













