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.
What genre it falls under is only of interest later.
Cool is spent. Cool is empty. Cool is ex post facto. When advertisers and pundits hoard a word, you know it's time to retire from it. To move on. I want to suggest, therefore, that we begin to avoid cool now. Cool is a trick to get you to buy garments made by sweatshop laborers in Third World countries. Cool is the Triumph of the Will. Cool enables you to step over bodies. Cool enables you to look the other way. Cool makes you functional, eager for routine distraction, passive, doped, stupid.