“That I isn’t I anymore. It’s someone else, the character who plays me, someone who’s a better actor than I could ever be. I’m just the writer. Someone else is starring in my part. I remember him just well enough to try to write about him. A case of the negative sublime. I guess art’s always after the fact. The real is imaginary, or imagined. Reconstitution, reconstruction, representation is all we’re left with. Autobiography becomes biography in the end.”
