I think it's natural for youth to be drawn to newness: The world is still new for them.
'Y' is about the weakest letter of all. 'Y' can't make up its mind if it's a vowel or a consonant, can it?
I rarely ever put my head above the rampart and see where this big lumbering behemoth called 'global literature' is going.
The art of the novelist is not unrelated to the illness of multiple personality disorder. It's a much milder form. But the better the book, the nearer to the padded cell you are.
When you're out of your own cultural context you have conversations with yourself that you just don't have at any other point in your life. When you're in a hotel room on the border between India and Nepal you can really discover things about yourself.
I'm not from a milieu where high-register language or philosophical ideas were welcome.
