The American writer has his hands full, trying to understand and then describe and then make credible much of the American reality. It stupefies, it sickens, it infuriates, and finally it is even a kind of embarrassment to one’s own meager imagination. The actuality is continually outdoing our talents, and the culture tosses up figures almost daily that are the envy of any novelist.
which you say
that rug out
Paul Valéry said: the opening line of a poem is like finding a fruit in the ground, a piece of fallen fruit you have never seen before, and the poet’s task is to create the tree from which such a fruit would fall.
from Mary Ruefle’s Madness, Rack, and Honey
There’s not much to be said about the period except that most writers don’t reach it soon enough.
William Zinsser, Author of On Writing Well