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“There was one story that anger certainly lit the fuse of. In the 1960's, in my home town of Jackson, the civil rights leader Medgar Evers was murdered on night in darkness and I wrote a story that same night about the murderer (identity unknown) called "Where Is The Voice Coming From?" But all that absorbed me, though it started as outrage, was the necessity I felt for entering into the mind and inside the skin of a character who could hardly have been more alien or repugnant to me. Trying for my utmost, I wrote in the first person. I was wholly vaunting the prerogative of the short-story writer. It is always vaunting, of course, to imagine yourself inside another person, but it is what a story writer does in every piece of work; it is his first step, and his last too, I suppose. I'm not sure this story was brought off; and I don't believe that my anger showed me anything about human character that my sympathy and rapport never had.”

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On Writing

This book delves into the intricacies of writing, providing a mix of personal anecdotes and professional guidance. It covers various aspects of the writing process, from crafting compelling characters and structuring narratives to the importance of editing and revising. The author shares their own journey as a writer, offering readers a unique perspective on the challenges and rewards of the craft. more

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Eudora Welty
Eudora Welty

Eudora Welty was an American author renowned for her profound portrayal of life in the rural South. Her works often focus on the lives and characters of the Southern countryside, celebrated for their delicate emotions and unique narrative style. more

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