Statements
"A New Hollywood, A New Marylin" by Craig DeLancey
The setting of our story: New Hollywood.
As if Hollywood could ever be other than new. They should have named it, "Another Hollywood." Or, better yet, "More Hollywood." Hollywood never grows, it never moves or evolves; it’s everywhere, all the time. Once you are in, there is no outside.
You may be thinking: Marilyn grew old, Bogart died of cancer, Schwarzenegger finally got weak. I too suffered from this confusion once. But think it through: someone named "Marilyn" died young, the necessity of a biological script -- but this death was incidental, as was her body, her individual mind. It’s the films that we know, that we refer to, that we care about. The thing that died -- it was just a fleshy shadow, obscured always by the more concrete cosmos of images, by the virtual and eternal (and so, most real) world of light and pictures.
I should know. I’m a Marilyn.
J.G. Ballard on William Burroughs
The bourgeois novel is the greatest enemy of truth ever invented...
An Interview With Ted Chiang
"You mean, where do I get my ideas? I don’t know; I just write about what I’m interested in. Annie Dillard once wrote, 'Why do you never find anything written about that idiosyncratic thought you advert to, about your fascination with something no one else understands? Because it is up to you. There is something you find interesting, for a reason hard to explain. It is hard to explain because you have never read it on any page; there you begin. You were made and set here to give voice to this, your own astonishment.' ”
