
Inspired by our nationwide heatwave, Papercuts blogger Dwight Garner points to a beautiful passage of Paul Theroux’s in The Glimmer Train Guide to Writing Fiction: Building Blocks:
I have a quite romantic notion of when I was very young. I saw the movie “Picnic” with William Holden. Whenever I think of “Picnic,” I think of hot summers, the picnics, small towns, something dramatic happening. To me, the quintessential American experience is a summer picnic. It’s hot; it’s kind of steamy. It’s very sensual to me. The way the people are dressed, what they say, darkness falling, the crickets, all of that stuff. And I suppose the film was part of it. That moment in middle America when the corn is ripe. Maybe it’s purely fantasy because I’ve never lived in the Midwest, but that is the sense I have. Sometimes you get it in Wright Morris or Willa Cather. I think of the Midwest and then, of course, for New England I think of Robert Frost. So I think a great deal of writing which is purely American literature arouses a lot of emotions in me.
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