EDWARD GAUVIN

“When I am, as it were, away, flitting between other worlds and other bodies, I still have a life here; a version of me remains, living on, inhabiting my house and my body and going through all the appropriate motions concomitant with existence, though by all accounts I am, in the shape of this residual self, quite astoundingly boring. According to my housekeeper and a few other people who have encountered me in this state, I never leave the house, I sleep a great deal, I will eat but not cook for myself, I am reluctant to get dressed properly and I show no interest in music or conversation. Sometimes I try to read a book but sit staring at the same page for hours, either not really reading it or reading it over and over again. Art books, paintings and illustrations appear to pique my interest as much as anything, which is to say not very much at all, as will a television programme, though only if it is visually arresting. My conversation becomes monosyllabic. I seem happiest just sitting in the loggia or staring out of a window at the view.” ~ Transition, Iain Banks

§ One Response to Why I’m Boring to Talk to After a Day of Writing

• christine says:

  July 15, 2010 at 3:48 pm

  quel passage magnifique ! Et qui résonne, je pense, chez tout écrivain : “ma conversation devient monosyllabique. Je me sens bien plus heureux à rester simplement assis sur ma terrasse…” (traduction rapide et sans doute approximative…