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“All my life and all my experience, the events that have befallen me, the people I have known, all my memories, dreams, fantasies, everything I have ever read, all of that has been chucked onto the compost heap, where over time it has rotted down to a dark, rich, organic mulch. The process of cellular breakdown makes it unrecognizable. Other people call it the imagination. I think of it as a compost heap. Every so often I take an idea, plant it in the compost, and wait. It feeds on the black stuff that used to be a life, takes its energy for its own. It germinates,. Takes root. Produces shoots. And so on and so forth, until one fine day I have a story, or a novel....Readers are fools. They believe all writing is autobiographical. And so it is, but not in the way they think. The writer's life needs time to rot away before it can be used to nourish a work of fiction. It must be allowed to decay.”

Quote by Diane Setterfield

Work

The Thirteenth Tale

A gripping tale that intertwines the lives of a reclusive author and a young bookseller, delving into the mysteries of a long-lost manuscript and the secrets of a tragic past. more

Author

Diane Setterfield
Diane Setterfield

Diane Setterfield is a British author born on August 22, 1964. Her works are known for their unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature. Her debut novel, 'The Time Traveler's Wife,' published in 2007, quickly gained popularity and critical acclaim, becoming an international bestseller. more

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