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An author (totally forget who; a contemporary female) was asked why she liked Nabokov so much and she likened it to our reactions to certain people, why we have nothing to say to one person and another person we want to marry. It's unexplainable, chemical. The work is like a friendly voice talking directly to us. We get the author and the author gets us.
So you feel that way about GGM?
I feel that connection with bands more than authors; the sound of a human voice helps tremendously, I guess.
But I feel that way about Nabokov (funnily enough) with Updike trailing a little behind. Why? I could praise their mastery of form, etc etc, but really I don't know why. Lots of people write well. Why do I feel something like real affection for them? I have no idea.
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