I consider myself a writer who writes about American expatriates. And if I have any overt cause as a writer besides writing the best prose I can, it's to try to make Americans have a more visceral feeling about how… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
“It almost felt like too much, just by the sad weight of its being so little.” — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
With iron and blood, it seems, and from the rich depths of the earth, John Griswold has fashioned a classic American novel, its dignified… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
The illusion of control has to be there, but mostly I'm following characters and the consequences of their own decisions, because a lot of… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
You decide which characters you want and then do the best you can to bring their humanity to the forefront in the context that… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
The biggest challenge in the research process is to let go, to stop, to say enough, and then to reduce all of that beloved… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
When you meet powerful men or just read about them in the newspapers, you see that they don't have a sense of boundaries. — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
I'm asked all the time, 'Doesn't it feel great to finish the novel?' And the answer to that is, 'No.' It's sort of a… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
The stories are there first, and they come from my experiences wandering around in the world. They will resonate into bigger things, forces sweeping… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
“I want you so much, he said with such heart-tugging sincerity that to be fair, a translation from Turkish to English would have to… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
Trying to get the sentences right and the structure of the narration right is about as big a job as I can handle. But… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
For any artistic person who creates imaginary people, the art is like inhabiting the life and mind of a seven-year-old child with imaginary friends… — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
“It is no secret that souls sometimes die in a person and are replaced by others. —Fernando Pessoa” — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
