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	<title>Comments on: The writer&#8217;s life. It&#8217;s not what you think.</title>
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		<title>By: Cynthia Haven</title>
		<link>http://bookhaven.stanford.edu/2012/09/the-writers-life-its-not-what-you-think/comment-page-1/#comment-166451</link>
		<dc:creator>Cynthia Haven</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2012 17:33:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thanks for this, Richard.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for this, Richard.</p>
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		<title>By: Richard Katzev</title>
		<link>http://bookhaven.stanford.edu/2012/09/the-writers-life-its-not-what-you-think/comment-page-1/#comment-166441</link>
		<dc:creator>Richard Katzev</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2012 17:14:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In Brothers: 26 Stories of Love and Rivalry, Tobias writes about a visit he and his older brother Geoffrey made to their father’s home in La Jolla one memorable summer. His brother had just graduated from Princeton and had been offered an enviable teaching position in Istanbul. They hadn’t seen their father in over seven years. But just before they arrived, their father had suffered a complete breakdown and had been taken by his fiancé to a sanitarium. 

What does Geoffrey do?  Instead of leaving and heading off to teach in Istanbul, Wolff says Geoffrey decided to stay with him, began assigning Tobias a rather rigorous schedule of reading and writing. He told him to write an essay on an assigned text every three or four days. The readings were all new to him—Greek plays, works by Camus, novels by Fitzgerald and Faulkner, etc. Wolff writes,

“Those few months changed me….until that summer I’d never known anyone who lived for ideas and words; to whom writing, his own and others’ was not a diversion from life but an imperative form of life….after that summer I never really wanted to be anything else. Week after week of breathing the incense of respect for sentences and stories helped bring me to the judgment, right or wrong, that there was no better way to spend my life than in making them.”]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In Brothers: 26 Stories of Love and Rivalry, Tobias writes about a visit he and his older brother Geoffrey made to their father’s home in La Jolla one memorable summer. His brother had just graduated from Princeton and had been offered an enviable teaching position in Istanbul. They hadn’t seen their father in over seven years. But just before they arrived, their father had suffered a complete breakdown and had been taken by his fiancé to a sanitarium. </p>
<p>What does Geoffrey do?  Instead of leaving and heading off to teach in Istanbul, Wolff says Geoffrey decided to stay with him, began assigning Tobias a rather rigorous schedule of reading and writing. He told him to write an essay on an assigned text every three or four days. The readings were all new to him—Greek plays, works by Camus, novels by Fitzgerald and Faulkner, etc. Wolff writes,</p>
<p>“Those few months changed me….until that summer I’d never known anyone who lived for ideas and words; to whom writing, his own and others’ was not a diversion from life but an imperative form of life….after that summer I never really wanted to be anything else. Week after week of breathing the incense of respect for sentences and stories helped bring me to the judgment, right or wrong, that there was no better way to spend my life than in making them.”</p>
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