Rick Moody
Rick Moody
Hiram Frederick "Rick" Moody IIIis an American novelist and short story writer best known for the 1994 novel The Ice Storm, a chronicle of the dissolution of two suburban Connecticut families over Thanksgiving weekend in 1973, which brought him widespread acclaim, became a bestseller, and was made into a feature film of the same title. Many of his works have been praised by fellow writers and critics alike, and in 1999 The New Yorker chose him as one of America's...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth18 October 1961
CountryUnited States of America
It made it more personal and easier to talk.
I'm trying to stay close to language first and foremost and make sure that the paragraphs sing, that it sounds like music to me.
All the stuff that I used to treat with contempt - you know, I'm an artist, man, I don't do that family stuff - has begun to seem really important.
I judged about a zillion awards this year so I've been reading a lot of books that just came out.
The Diviners ... an elusive, but surely huge, television saga ... that opens with Huns sweeping through Mongolia and closes with a Mormon diviner in the Las Vegas desert.
You don't have these perfectly transparent, simple thoughts. You have thoughts that are all cluttered up, like overused bookshelves.
Nonfiction that uses novelistic devices and strategies to shape the work. That's material that I really like.
My grandfather was a newspaper publisher and his paper had all the comics in NYC, so some of my earliest memories are of reading the family paper and heading straight for the comics insert.
This is odd, but there are certain things that are really embarrassing to talk about - one is my job and the success that I've had in it, and the other is money.
My letters to Pat are apologies. I was the oldest. I should have been there for him.
I didn't know how to kill off a character unless I was able, as a narrator, to get really complicated. Because it was a big deal. I'd never killed a character before.
They tell them to just keep walking north and don't look back. We've tried to apprehend some of these bandits.
But I think resolution is cheap and for lazy readers. Real life doesn't have that resolution. It's probably never going to be in my nature to deliver a proper ending.
When prose gets too stylized and out of control - and Stein is sometimes a good example - when you don't know what the hell is going on, then it's kind of boring.