He called as he usually did, his voice sexy and deep, not hysterical, which
he can sometimes get when something’s on his mind, something I have to
ferret out, burying my muzzle in the shit of his psyche.
He said we couldn’t have dinner, that he was broke and, ‘some people have
to work,’ implying something about my life.
He said that I was fine, but, ‘a little too much’ and wondered if I wouldn’t
be happier with someone ‘more complex, more my ‘speed.’
And I said no! No! Simplicity is my goal, what can I be? What would you
like me to be?
Norse discusses recently published letters he received as a
young writer from W.H. Auden.
Auden advised Norse to accept the locked doors of the
literary world as a sign of his true calling in life as a saint.
When Norse speaks of a politically correct left, he means an academic
élite that restrains the use of a certain kind of language even when it’s
essential to the work.
Section 3 of the interview closes with a question of identify:
“It seems to me that you’re making more than a writer when you take an illiterate and give him the ability to express himself with a self conscious understanding of his real social and political position. That is an extremely powerful thing to do and it can be devastating.”
Interview with Harold Norse, Part 1 Section 3- Saints and Self Destruction