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"...the kind of book I wanted to write and hadn't yet written..."

I just started reading Conversations with Isaac Bashevis Singer (by Singer and Richard Burgin) and love this passage about an imaginary book:

As a young man I had a dream that kept on repeating itself. I went somewhere, to a library or to a Jewish study house, and there I found an old book, which was both my book and somebody else's, written in very small letters, and I read it and it was full of wonderful stories. And while I read it I thought about taking it home, borrowing the book from the library. Sometimes I did take it home and I always felt that this was the kind of book I wanted to write and hadn't yet written. Sometimes I still see the book in my dreams, and the stories in it are queer and wondrous. Sometimes I still hope to both find this book and write it.

Imaginary, and yet to Singer it was palpably real. Fascinating bit of inspiration for the writer.

October 24, 2011 in Books | Permalink

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