We have a rich literature. But sometimes it’s a literature too ready to be neutralized, to be incorporated into the ambient noise. This is why we need the writer in opposition, the novelist who writes against power, who writes against the corporation or the state or the whole apparatus of assimilation. We’re all one beat away from becoming elevator music.
The Paris Review Sep 1993
New York Mar 2014
A local reporter set out to profile the celebrated writer. He ended up lampooned in The New Yorker.
Excerpted from Updike.