William Styron
William Styron
William Clark Styron Jr.was an American novelist and essayist who won major literary awards for his work...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth11 June 1925
CityNewport News, VA
CountryUnited States of America
american-novelist
And so we came forth, and once again beheld the stars.
american-novelist great leave lives several slightly
A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted. You should live several lives while reading it.
satire
Wickedly funny to read and morally bracing as only good satire can be.
class islands literature
Nonfiction writers are second-class citizens, the Ellis Island of literature. We just can't quite get in. And yes, it pisses me off.
mean knives two
Many of the artifacts of my house had become potential devices for my own destruction: the attic rafters (and an outside maple or two) a means to hang myself, the garage a place to inhale carbon monoxide, the bathtub a vessel to receive the flow from my opened arteries. The kitchen knives in their drawers had but one purpose for me.
book should inspirational-reading
A great book should leave you with many experiences.
witty voice giving
Like Hemingway and Faulkner, but in an entirely different mode, Fitzgerald had that singular quality without which a writer is not really a writer at all, and that is a voice, a distinct and identifiable voice. This is really not the same thing as a style; a style can be emulated, a voice cannot, and the witty, rueful, elegaic voice gives his work its bright authenticity.
ambition writing college
For a person whose sole burning ambition is to write - like myself - college is useless beyond the Sophomore year.
writing people scared
Writing is a fine therapy for people who are perpetually scared of nameless threats... for jittery people.
depression light weather
The weather of Depression is unmodulated, its light a brownout.
reading book good-book
You live several lives while reading [a good book].
silly writing today-life
And when you get an eminent journal like Time magazine complaining, as it often has, that to the young writers of today life seems short on rewards and that what they write is a product of their own neuroses, in its silly way the magazine is merely stating the status quo and obvious truth. The good writing of any age has always been the product of someone's neurosis, and we'd have a mighty dull literature if all the writers that came along were a bunch of happy chuckleheads.