"When I started writing fiction, I knew how good it was immediately"
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The line lands with the kind of brazen calm that only works if you hear the dare inside it. Hawkes isn’t offering a chest-thump about talent; he’s staging a small provocation against the approved myths of apprenticeship, humility, and the slow climb toward “competence.” “Immediately” is the knife. It collapses the comforting timeline in which writers earn their confidence only after rejection slips, workshops, and a few tasteful failures. He’s claiming an instant recognition that feels less like ego than like orientation: the first time his sentences behaved the way he wanted, he knew he’d found his instrument.
The subtext is that “good” isn’t a gold medal handed out by institutions but a private standard you can feel in the body. That’s a very Hawkes stance. As a postwar American novelist associated with experimental fiction, he distrusted realism’s moral bookkeeping and the market’s idea of clarity. His work often prizes atmosphere, menace, and linguistic pressure over plot deliverables. So the “immediate” knowledge reads like the moment an aesthetic clicks into place: not “I’m already celebrated,” but “I’m already aligned with my own demands.”
It also smuggles in a challenge to the reader’s suspicion. We’re trained to flinch at self-assurance, to prefer the genius who pretends they’re ordinary. Hawkes refuses the performance of modesty. The wit is that the sentence is almost childishly simple, even bland, which makes the confidence sharper. He’s not arguing. He’s stating a fact about a private ignition point, and daring you to call it delusion.
The subtext is that “good” isn’t a gold medal handed out by institutions but a private standard you can feel in the body. That’s a very Hawkes stance. As a postwar American novelist associated with experimental fiction, he distrusted realism’s moral bookkeeping and the market’s idea of clarity. His work often prizes atmosphere, menace, and linguistic pressure over plot deliverables. So the “immediate” knowledge reads like the moment an aesthetic clicks into place: not “I’m already celebrated,” but “I’m already aligned with my own demands.”
It also smuggles in a challenge to the reader’s suspicion. We’re trained to flinch at self-assurance, to prefer the genius who pretends they’re ordinary. Hawkes refuses the performance of modesty. The wit is that the sentence is almost childishly simple, even bland, which makes the confidence sharper. He’s not arguing. He’s stating a fact about a private ignition point, and daring you to call it delusion.
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| Topic | Writing |
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