Sorry, I don’t believe in pure imagination. Everything I write is a fictionalized diary entry. Tom S will back me up; even when you think you’re writing crazy pretend shit, you’re actually revealing truths about yourself that even you don’t realize on a conscious level. Years later, as you’re marketing the book, you’ll suddenly recognize what you’re telling strangers, and you’ll pray no one else does.
Henry James said, “A novelist sells to strangers, for three dollars, the secrets he would not tell his closest friend.” ( paraphrased, here )
Your themes have earned you a reputation as a nihilist, but you have always rejected this label. In your own words - not that I believe in branding one's self or labels - how do you view the content of your own work? how would you describe it?
Our culture has squeezed all the juice out of the words “I love you.” So as a neo-neo-neo-romantic I’m looking for ways to depict romance and love that make those concepts fresh. I want to depict love as an act of dedication and will. That was the core of the story “Romance,” having the ability to love someone for their true self instead of your own fantasy about them. My quest to show this goes all the way back to ‘Fight Club’ where two people gradually reveal themselves to one another, warts and all.