I’m committed to using every bit of “literary” form I figure out how to use, in order to say what I want to say as precisely as I can. I don’t see a conflict between “popular” and “literary” writing—from where I sit, all narrative writing has its roots in the paradoxes of satisfied and unsatisfied desire.--and by this one:
I wanted to think about, to work through how libido and intellect, the urge to tell stories and the need to be ravished by narrative, are parts of the same wonderful, mysterious thing. And I thought I could try to do this through the voice of this fearless, funny, brainy character—who seemed on the one hand like an idealized fantasy view of my younger reading self and on the other hand as Generic Girl Character. The name “Carrie,” actually started out as a sort of private joke on “character.”No time for extended meditations at the moment, but I must confess, whenever I hit a post like this, I feel like quoting Prof. Van Helsing in Dracula: "There is work, wild work, to be done!"
(I quite liked the "Friday Fairy Tale" posted by Janine Ashbless as well. Good stuff, that blog.)
