When writers must be liked to be read, do we become less brave as artists? Do we invite the internal critic off the page and into our daily lives?
When writers must be liked to be read, do we become less brave as artists? Do we invite the internal critic off the page and into our daily lives?
My novel has a lot of Yiddish that never looks familiar, even after first use, but I’m not that into italicizing.
My novel has a lot of Yiddish that never looks familiar, even after first use, but I’m not that into italicizing.