"I'm not that interested in people"
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A novelist admitting she is "not that interested in people" sounds like a prank on her own profession. Fiction is supposed to run on human appetite: desire, betrayal, tenderness, the full soap opera of motive. Caldwell’s line works because it refuses that expected posture of warm, liberal curiosity. It’s a shrug with teeth.
The intent isn’t misanthropy so much as boundary-drawing. "Not that interested" is carefully calibrated: not hatred, not isolation, just a cool refusal to treat individual lives as inherently fascinating. Coming from a writer known for big, idea-driven historical melodramas, it reads like an aesthetic manifesto. She’s telling you her subject isn’t people-as-confidants; it’s people-as-evidence. Individuals are vehicles for forces she cares about more: faith, power, money, ambition, the way institutions grind and elevate. In that sense, it’s a writer’s version of saying, I’m here for the pattern, not the diary entry.
The subtext is also defensive. Authors, especially women in Caldwell’s era, were expected to be socially generous: emotionally available, charming, interested. Declining that role is a way of protecting the private self from a public hungry for intimacy. It hints at the exhaustion of being treated as a receptacle for others’ stories, when your job is already to manufacture stories at industrial scale.
As a cultural gesture, the line punctures the romantic myth that art comes from liking humanity. Caldwell suggests the opposite: distance can be a tool, a lens that turns sentiment into structure.
The intent isn’t misanthropy so much as boundary-drawing. "Not that interested" is carefully calibrated: not hatred, not isolation, just a cool refusal to treat individual lives as inherently fascinating. Coming from a writer known for big, idea-driven historical melodramas, it reads like an aesthetic manifesto. She’s telling you her subject isn’t people-as-confidants; it’s people-as-evidence. Individuals are vehicles for forces she cares about more: faith, power, money, ambition, the way institutions grind and elevate. In that sense, it’s a writer’s version of saying, I’m here for the pattern, not the diary entry.
The subtext is also defensive. Authors, especially women in Caldwell’s era, were expected to be socially generous: emotionally available, charming, interested. Declining that role is a way of protecting the private self from a public hungry for intimacy. It hints at the exhaustion of being treated as a receptacle for others’ stories, when your job is already to manufacture stories at industrial scale.
As a cultural gesture, the line punctures the romantic myth that art comes from liking humanity. Caldwell suggests the opposite: distance can be a tool, a lens that turns sentiment into structure.
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