Writers’ egos


Despite the significant drops in crow populations (and other species), we did see several and hear more when we were descending Brasstown Bald a few weeks ago.

No crow pictures; I’m substituting a dove.

My current read, incurring fines from the library ’cause it runs over 900 pages and is only a two-week book (due last Monday), is Vikram Chandra’s Sacred Games, which is set in Mombai, and covers an amazingly brief time-span, somehow without being overly self-absorbed. Anyway, Chandra notes (pg 640), in the voice of his Indian version of Tony Soprano:

I’ve worked with politicians, and gangsters, and holy men, and let me tell you, none of these can compete with a writer for mountainous inflations of ego and mouse-like insecurities of soul.

Nailed it!


  1. mouse's moom says:

    Pretty good. Except, in my humble experience, I wouldn’t attach “mouse-like” to anything related to insecurity.

    P.S. This has me wondering if I have regained enough attention span to actually read a 900 page book. hmmm.

  2. Sammy says:

    Maybe India’s mouseys have different characters than our modern, New World mouseys.