Exile as a mode of genius no longer exists; in place of Joyce we have the fragments of work appearing in Index on Censorship.
NADINE GORDIMERExile as a mode of genius no longer exists; in place of Joyce we have the fragments of work appearing in Index on Censorship.
NADINE GORDIMERWriting is making sense of life. You work your whole life and perhaps you’ve made sense of one small area.
NADINE GORDIMERNothing factual that I write or say will be as truthful as my fiction.
NADINE GORDIMERBooks dont need batteries
NADINE GORDIMERThe country of the tourist pamphlet always is another country, an embarrassing abstraction of the desirable that, thank God, does not exist on this planet, where there are always ants and bad smells and empty Coca-Cola bottles to keep the grubby finger-print of reality upon the beautiful.
NADINE GORDIMERPerhaps the best definition of progress would be the continuing efforts of men and women to narrow the gap between the convenience of the powers that be and the unwritten charter.
NADINE GORDIMERHumans, the only self-regarding animals, blessed or cursed with this torturing higher faculty, have always wanted to know why.
NADINE GORDIMERThe creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Sociology extracts it. The writer loses Eden, writes to be read and comes to realize that he is answerable.
NADINE GORDIMERMostly I’m interviewed by white people, and identified with white society.
NADINE GORDIMERResponsibility is what awaits outside the Eden of Creativity.
NADINE GORDIMERTime is change; we measure its passage by how much things alter.
NADINE GORDIMERIt’s easier for the former masters to put aside the masks that hid their humanity than for the former slaves to recognise the faces underneath. Or to trust that this is not a new mask these are wearing.
NADINE GORDIMERI shall never write an autobiography, I’m much too jealous of my privacy for that.
NADINE GORDIMERMusic has no limits of a life-span.
NADINE GORDIMERA desert is a place without expectation.
NADINE GORDIMERIn a certain sense a writer is ‘selected’ by his subject – his subject being the consciousness of his own era.
NADINE GORDIMER