An author that’s in now might be out in ten years. And vice-versa. Who knows when the final sifting is done, in the year 2050, say, who will be read of my generation? You’d like to think you will be one. But there has to be a constant weeding that goes on. The Victorians read all kinds of writers who we don’t have time for now. Who reads Thackeray? An educated person reads Dickens, or reads some Dickens. But Thackeray?
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
“As close as you can get to the stars,” Interview with Dwight Garner Salon (2000)
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In the old movies, yes, there always was the happy ending and order was restored. As it is in Shakespeare’s plays. It’s no disgrace to, in the end, restore order. And punish the wicked and, in some way, reward the righteous.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
“As close as you can get to the stars,” Interview with Dwight Garner, Salon (2000)
A healthy male adult bore consumes each year one and a half times his own weight in other people’s patience.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
“Confessions of a Wild Bore,” Assorted Prose (1965)
Pity the poor bore. He stands among us as a creature formidable and familiar yet in essence unknowable. We can read of the ten infallible signs whereby he may be recognized and of the seven tested methods whereby he may be rebuffed. Valuable monographs exist upon his dress and diet; the study of his mating habits and migrational routes is well past the speculative stage; and statistical studies abound. One out of three hundred and twelve Americans is a bore, for instance, and a healthy adult male bore consumes each year one and a half times his own weight in other people’s patience.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
“Confessions of a Wild Bore,” Assorted Prose (1965)
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If God created the world, He created sex, and one way to construe our inexhaustible sexual interest is as a form of the praise of creation. Says the Song of Solomon, “The joints of thy thighs are like jewels; the work of the hands of a cunning workman.”
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
“Even the Bible is Soft on Sex,” New York Times Book Review (20 Jun 1993)
Song of Solomon 7:1 (KJV)
Writers take words seriously — perhaps the last professional class that does — and they struggle to steer their own through the crosswinds of meddling editors and careless typesetters and obtuse and malevolent reviewers into the lap of the ideal reader.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
“Writers on Themselves,” New York Times (17 Aug 1986)
We take our bearings, daily, from others. To be sane is, to a great extent, to be sociable.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
Christian Science Monitor (5 Mar 1979)
Perfectionism is the enemy of creation, as extreme self-solicitude is the enemy of well-being.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
Odd Jobs (1991)
Creativity is merely a plus name for regular activity; the ditchdigger, dentist, and artist go about their tasks in much the same way, and any activity becomes creative when the doer cares about doing it right, or better.
I secretly understood: the primitive appeal of the hearth. Television is — its irresistible charm — a fire.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
Roger’s Version (1986)
On a child doing homework in front of the TV set.
To say that war is madness is like saying that sex is madness: true enough, from the standpoint of a stateless eunuch, but merely a provocative epigram for those who must make their arrangements in the world as given.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
Self-Consciousness: Memoirs, ch. 4 (1989)
Among the repulsions of atheism for me has been its drastic uninterestingness as an intellectual position. Where was the ingenuity, the ambiguity, the humanity (in the Harvard sense) of saying that the universe just happened to happen and that when we’re dead we’re dead?
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
Self-Consciousness: Memoirs, ch. 4 (1989)
The yearning for an afterlife is the opposite of selfish: it is love and praise for the world that we are privileged, in this complex interval of light, to witness and experience.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
Self-Consciousness: Memoirs, ch. 6 (1989)
Celebrity is a mask that eats into the face. As soon as one is aware of being “somebody,” to be watched and listened to with extra interest, input ceases, and the performer goes blind and deaf in his overanimation. One can either see or be seen.
Our brains are no longer conditioned for reverence and awe. We cannot imagine a Second Coming that would not be cut down to size by the televised evening news, or a Last Judgment not subject to pages of holier-than-Thou second-guessing in The New York Review of Books.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
Self-Consciousness: Memoirs, ch. 6 (1989)
We feel safe, huddled within human institutions — churches, banks, madrigal groups — but these concoctions melt away at the basic moment. The self’s responsibility, then, is to achieve rapport if not rapture with the giant, cosmic other: to appreciate, let’s say, the walk back from the mailbox.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
Self-Consciousness: Memoirs, closing words (1989)
Life is like an overlong drama through which we sit being nagged by the vague memories of having read the reviews.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
The Coup (1978)
A leader is one who, out of madness or goodness, volunteers to take upon himself the woe of the people. There are few men so foolish, hence the erratic quality of leadership in the world.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
The Coup (1978)
Customs and convictions change; respectable people are the last to know, or to admit, the change, and the ones most offended by fresh reflections of the facts in the mirror of art.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
The New Yorker (30 Jul 1990)
That a marriage ends is less than ideal; but all things end under heaven, and if temporality is held to be invalidating, then nothing real succeeds.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
Too Far To Go, foreword (1979)
Shelved rows of books warm and brighten the starkest room, and scattered single volumes reveal mental processes in progress — books in the act of consumption, abandoned but readily resumable, tomorrow or next year. By bedside and easy chair, books promise a cozy, swift, and silent release from this world into another, with no current involved but the free and scarcely detectable crackle of brain cells. For ease of access and storage, books are tough to beat.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
Essay (2000-06-18), “Books Unbound, Life Unraveled,” New York Times
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Collected as "A Case for Books," Due Considerations: Essays and Considerations (2007).
The refusal to rest content, the willingness to risk excess on behalf of one’s obsessions, is what distinguishes artists from entertainers, and what makes some artists adventurers on behalf of us all.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
In Studies in J. D. Salinger : Reviews, Essays, and Critiques of The Catcher in the Rye and other Fiction, ed. M. Laser and N. Fruman (1963)
On J. D. Saliger, from a review of Salinger's Franny and Zooey.
I think “taste” is a social concept and not an artistic one. I’m willing to show good taste, if I can, in somebody else’s living room, but our reading life is too short for a writer to be in any way polite. Since his words enter into another’s brain in silence and intimacy, he should be as honest and explicit as we are with ourselves.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
Interview, New York Times Book Review (10 Apr 1977)
We are most alive when we’re in love.
John Updike (1932-2009) American writer
Interview, in Naim Attalah, Singular Encounters (1990)