6/11/2023 0 Comments Little big book john crowley![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() For as I read “Little, Big” and became involved in the complex intricacy of the language and characters, I wondered what the author went through as he wrote it. Even John Crowley, at the library podium, was reading printed-out words he had previously written. There is a curious time-slip involved, as the writer imparts the words for an imagined audience who will read it in the future. Writers are solitary folk who weave their works alone. Their real performances are alone in front of their keyboards or, as when Crowley wrote “Little, Big” back in the late 1970s, their typewriters. With a few notable exceptions such as Harlan Ellison in his heyday, authors are not public performers. I have never done one, but I have often wondering how I would do if I were offered the opportunity. That’s another subject, incidentally, public readings by authors. Recently I came across it on a list of old Nebula Award nominees I was perusing looking for reading material and I thought, why not? I ordered it and began to read, and then found out, completely coincidentally, that John Crowley had been teaching at Clarion West and was doing a reading at the downtown public library shortly after I was moving to Seattle. I have been wanting to read it for years and never got around to it. You should not approach “Little, Big” with any preconceptions. ![]()
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