John Winslow Irving (born John Wallace Blunt Jr.; March 2, 1942)[1] is an American-Canadian novelist, short story writer, and screenwriter. (wikipedia)
I'm not a twentieth-century novelist, I'm not modern, and certainly not postmodern. I follow the form of the nineteenth-century novel; that was the century that produced the models of the form. I'm old-fashioned, a storyteller. I'm not an analyst, and I'm not an intellectual.
I get up early. I like to read a little before anyone but the dog is up. I also like to read at night, not in bed but just before I go to bed.
I never wanted my kids to feel I was more interested in anything I was doing than I was in them.
The principal event of my childhood was that no adult in my family would tell me who my father was.
If you're still wondering about details - how am I going to get these two to meet, or whatever - when you're writing, you can't pay proper attention to the sentences themselves.
I had a particular affinity for wrestling, and it did have a lot to do with being small and being combative - and being angry. And when you're small and you don't back down, you get in a lot of fights.
I don't read anything electronically. I don't write electronically, either - except e-mails to my family and friends. I write in longhand. I have always written first drafts by hand, but I used to write subsequent drafts and insert pages on a typewriter.
I don't really set out to explore grand themes. I set out to tell a story. And one I have to be able to imagine right through.
I believe that, in any novel of mine, the principal objective is the construction of the whole.
My first attraction to writing novels was the plot, that almost extinct animal. Those novels I read which made me want to be a novelist were long, always plotted, novels - not just Victorian novels, but also those of my New England ancestors: Herman Melville and Nathaniel Hawthorne.