Author: Robert Walser

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• Robert Walser (1)
  • IN: Selected Stories (1982) Fiction, Anthology Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: I am a kind of artisan novelist. A writer of novellas I certainly am not. If I am not well-disposed, that's to say, feeling good, I tailor, cobble, weld, plane, knock, hammer, or nail together lines the content of which people understand at once. If you liked, you could call me a writer who goes to work with a lathe. My writing is wallpapering. One or two kindly people venture to think of me as a poet, which indulgence and manners allow me to concede. My prose pieces are, to my mind, nothing more nor less than parts of a long, plotless, realistic story. For me, the sketches I produce now and then are shortish or longish chapters of a novel. The novel I am constantly writing is always the same one, and it might be described as a variously sliced-up or torn-apart book of myself.
    FROM: "Eine Art Erzählung", (None), NULL, Switzerland

Cited by

• Patrick deWitt (1)
  • IN: UnderMajorDomo Minor (2015) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: It is a very painful thing, having to part company with what torments you. And how mute the world is!
    FROM: Selected Stories, (1916), Book, Switzerland
• De Witt, Patrick (1)
  • IN: Under Major Domo Minor (2015) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: It is a very painful thing, having to part company with what torments you. And how mute the world is!
    FROM: Selected Stories, (1916), Book, Germany/Switzerland
• Thomas McGuane (1)
  • IN: Driving on the Rim (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: As for the double life, everyone lives one actually. Why brag about it?
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Switzerland
• Wayne Macauley (1)
  • IN: The Cook (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: My God, I do hope I shall make something of myself one day...
    FROM: Jakob Von Gunten, (1909), Novel, Switzerland
• Anakana Schofield (1)
  • IN: Martin John (2015) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: For the rest of the week, all was calm... What might possibly have troubled the peace?.. What cause did he have to be particularly grumpy?... Strolling to the post office was always quite enjoyable.
    FROM: The Assistant, (1908), Book, Switzerland
• Robert Walser (1)
  • IN: Selected Stories (1982) Fiction, Anthology Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: I am a kind of artisan novelist. A writer of novellas I certainly am not. If I am not well-disposed, that's to say, feeling good, I tailor, cobble, weld, plane, knock, hammer, or nail together lines the content of which people understand at once. If you liked, you could call me a writer who goes to work with a lathe. My writing is wallpapering. One or two kindly people venture to think of me as a poet, which indulgence and manners allow me to concede. My prose pieces are, to my mind, nothing more nor less than parts of a long, plotless, realistic story. For me, the sketches I produce now and then are shortish or longish chapters of a novel. The novel I am constantly writing is always the same one, and it might be described as a variously sliced-up or torn-apart book of myself.
    FROM: "Eine Art Erzählung", (None), NULL, Switzerland