Will Shields
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Will Shields
Will Herthie Shieldsis a former college and professional American football player who was an offensive guard in the National Football Leaguefor fourteen seasons. He played college football for the University of Nebraska, earning consensus All-American honors and winning the Outland Trophy. He played his entire professional career for the NFL's Kansas City Chiefs, and never missed a game in fourteen seasons...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAthlete
Date of Birth15 September 1971
CountryUnited States of America
Old texts, myths, and religions have always fascinated me, though I prefer learning about them to writing papers and trying to make thoughts and arguments regarding their effect or meaning - this being the essence of my time in religious studies.
Anything processed by memory is fiction.
If I'm reading a book and it seems truly interesting, I tend to start reading back to front in order not to be too deeply under the sway of progress.
I take literature as a really serious human activity. It's not just a playful thing. It can be hilarious and wonderful and performative, but I think it's really serious.
The absence of plot leaves the reader room to think about other things.
I don’t know what’s the matter with me, why I’m so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.
Momentum, in literary mosaic, derives not from narrative but from the subtle, progressive buildup of thematic resonances.
Everything I write, I believe instinctively, is to some extent collage. Meaning, ultimately, is a matter of adjacent data.
Thomas Jefferson went through the New Testament and removed all the miracles, leaving only the teachings. Take a source, extract what appeals to you, discard the rest. Such an act of editorship is bound to reflect something of the individual doing the editing: a plaster cast of an aesthetic-not the actual thing, but the imprint of it.
To me, the moment you're talking about nonfiction you're talking about reality.
The novel is dead. Long live the antinovel, built from scraps.
With relatively few exceptions, the novel sacrifices too much, for me, on the altar of plot.
Resolution and conclusion are inherent in a plot-driven narrative.
I'm wonderfully self-lacerating, probably to my character's detriment. I'm terribly open to critique.