I caught part of a documentary on a contemporary Taiwanese writer named 王文興 last night on the television. The way he described the creative process of writing, the grappling with the words, the intensify at the moment of an idea/concept/impression/feeling being born, the violent chiseling away at excessive words, sentences, and paragraphs that failed at conveying the truth... all of which made my heart leap.
I must get my hands on his novels, including 背海的人.
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