As a legend says, Gabriel García Márquez (1927), who worked as a journalist, when turned 32 years old, sat down to table and said:
“That’s it. I will not go at work, I will not go for any stuffs at all.
I will not rise from the table till I write a novel.”
“But how about us?”, asked his wife with child.
“Just as you like!” answered Márquez. /In his novella No One Writes to the Colonel in similar situation the character answers to his wife who asked “Wheat we should eat?” – “Shit.”/
To Márquez’ wife’ credit be it said, she didn’t argue. She started working and bringing stuffs on herself. A year or two. This way the novel One Hundred Years of Solitude was written.



Where would those writers of today take such excess of devotion to literature – self devotion to Utopia? Today’s people are learned to view everything from the point of benefit or disadvantage. Now people don’t risk for free. It’s much more efficient to try yourself in different domains but if to write – then a lot and fast. Very-very fast. So, such books we do have. Fast ones.


The point is that people should be made smarter. And good literature should be published indeed at a loss. But only state heads can afford that – no one else. Business itself is not capable to unprofitable things, only state is, but even not any. However, it should be noticed that if a state starts to dictate the author – this will not result in literature.
We need good writers and good books. For those who tomorrow will hold nuclear button.


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