Favorite living author: Russell Hoban.
[ul]“Russell Hoban is an original, imaginative and inventive. Though some of his work has been compared with that of Tolkien and C.S. Lewis, he is his own man, working his own vein of magical fantasy.”
–The (London) Times
“Russell Hoban is our ur-novelist, a maverick voice that is like no other. He can take themes that seem too devastating for contemplation and turn them into allegories in which wry, sad humour is married to quite extraordinary powers of imagery and linguistic fertility that makes each book a linguistic departure.” --Sunday Telegraph
“The marvellous energy of Mr. Hoban’s writing, simultaneously dry and passionate, justifies everything he does.”
–Times Educational Supplement
“Mr. Hoban is unclassifiable, thank goodness. His narrative is so minutely and compellingly realistic that after a time you cease to notice that he has stood reality on its head.”
–The Sunday Times (London)
“No matter how far Hoban’s imagination goes, his books are always convincing, beautifully written and charged with narrative momentum.”
–The Observer[/ul]
Favorites overall:
[ul][li]William Shakespeare[/li][li]Samuel Beckett[/li][li]James Joyce[/li][li]Halldor Laxness[/li][li]Knut Hamsun[/ul][/li]
Some of my favorite Hoban quotes:
[ul]Each of us is the forward point of a procession stretching back into the darkness. And even within oneself, every moment is a self that dies: the road to each day’s midnight is littered with corpses and all of them whispering.
–Fremder
‘You don’t know what you’re looking for,’ said the head. ‘Alone and blind and endlessly voyaging I think constantly of fidelity. Fidelity is a matter of perception; nobody is unfaithful to the sea or to mountains or to death: once recognized they fill the heart. In love or in terror or in loathing one responds to them with the true self; fidelity is not an act of will: the soul is compelled by recognitions. Anyone who loves, anyone who perceives the other person fully can only be faithful, can never be unfaithful to the sea and the mountains and the death in that person, so pitiful and heroic is it to be a human being.’
–The Medusa Frequency
There is a mystery that even God cannot fathom, nor can he give the law of it on two stone tablets. He cannot speak what there are no words for; he needs divers to dive into it; he needs wrestlers to wrestle with it, singers to sing it, lovers to love it. He cannot deal with it alone, he must find helpers, and for this does he blind some and maim others.
–Pilgermann
I exist, said the mirror.
What about me? said Kleinzeit.
Not my problem, said the mirror.
–Kleinzeit[/ul]