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“I’ve always had a tendency to separate everyday life from writing. To tolerate existence, we lie, and we lie above all to ourselves. Sometimes we tell ourselves lovely tales, sometimes petty lies. Falsehoods protect us, mitigate suffering, allow us to avoid the terrifying moment of serious reflection, they dilute the horrors of our time, they even save us from ourselves. Instead, when one writes one must never lie. In literary fiction you have to be sincere to the point where it’s unbearable, where you suffer the emptiness of the pages. It seems likely that making a clear separation between what we are in life and what we are when we write helps keep self-censorship at bay.�

Ferrante on Ferrante for mega-fans! A collection of her letters, emails, and interviews given since the mid-1990s. You feel for her, having to explain over and over and over again, her reason for preserving her anonymity. I enjoyed it, but I don't think it would be terribly interesting reading for anyone who had not read (and deeply loved) her oeuvre.