I try to renew myself outside and inside from time to time. Sometimes people around me look at my new outfit, some of the new cocky items in my wardrobe with astonishment and also at the constant reorganization of the flat, but I think these changes do good for everybody. If I could I would move in every few years, I would live once in the downtown, once up on the hill, once on the bank of a river. I believe that the changes of the environment always mean a new life, new life-style, new habits and new opportunities. In my view this active variety is one of the extremely effective ways of remaining exciting for ourselves and maybe for others as well.
When All Seems Lost — and Even When It Doesn’t… As a writer, I read more than average. Not necessarily books that fall within my immediate interests, but rather those I can learn from, marvel at, analyze word by word, and sometimes even those that demand more effort from me than usual. That is how it is with Alice Munro. I bought my first book by her when she received the Nobel Prize. Then life happened, and the volume sat on my bookshelf—either I had no time for it, or it lingered somewhere at the bottom of my list of priorities. When I finally picked it up, I could hardly believe my eyes—or my reaction. First, I was utterly outraged; my blood pressure shot through the roof in an instant, and I almost started swearing in disbelief. I had barely skimmed the first few lines, yet that was enough to know: it was perfect. A true masterpiece. Excellence among the excellent. Every word reached the deepest layers of my soul. I was touched by its purity, its delicacy, the noblest simpli...
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