Hello, Since reading Real Estate by Deborah Levy, I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to be a female writer today. At this year’s Hay Festival, Sheila Heti interviewed Rachel Cusk for her latest novel Second Place and near the end of the conversation Heti asked: ‘It seems to me not good as an artist to keep refining one’s process and going down that same path evermore with each book… is that something you feel?’ I’ve transcribed Cusk’s response below (to the best of my abilities)
On the precarious self-image of a female writer
On the precarious self-image of a female…
On the precarious self-image of a female writer
Hello, Since reading Real Estate by Deborah Levy, I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to be a female writer today. At this year’s Hay Festival, Sheila Heti interviewed Rachel Cusk for her latest novel Second Place and near the end of the conversation Heti asked: ‘It seems to me not good as an artist to keep refining one’s process and going down that same path evermore with each book… is that something you feel?’ I’ve transcribed Cusk’s response below (to the best of my abilities)