tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088473527308746266.post1388753575432236392..comments2023-10-15T11:23:35.339+01:00Comments on Hawkins Bizarre: Feeling at homeAlishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18406189984167289987noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088473527308746266.post-35523086157840059742008-11-05T11:46:00.000+00:002008-11-05T11:46:00.000+00:00Baltimore and Barcelona - I envy you, Martin, neve...Baltimore and Barcelona - I envy you, Martin, never having been to either city...Alishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18406189984167289987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088473527308746266.post-43087531810802135492008-11-04T21:19:00.000+00:002008-11-04T21:19:00.000+00:00I've had two recent contrasting breaks, in Baltimo...I've had two recent contrasting breaks, in Baltimore and Barcelona, and I do agree with you about the attraction of returning home.<BR/>And I agree that most writers, even those who are apparently extrovert, are essentially observers of life, rather than laid-back participants.Martin Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16082485795280777670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088473527308746266.post-90057444284035601472008-10-31T09:46:00.000+00:002008-10-31T09:46:00.000+00:00Hi David. Yes, interesting... I've personally neve...Hi David. Yes, interesting... I've personally never felt the need to excuse my feeling of otherness or alienation, it just seems to be the way I am. I have a suspicion that if I had an excuse for it it might just become useless to me as a writer.Alishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18406189984167289987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088473527308746266.post-32037682497122944862008-10-31T00:44:00.000+00:002008-10-31T00:44:00.000+00:00I think some writers find living abroad comforting...I think some writers find living abroad comforting because they continue to feel alienated, but there appears to be a reasonable excuse for it.<BR/><BR/>Best of all is if you can live abroad but have a bunch of simpatico expatriate weirdos around you. That's probably as close to normal (but still, of course, <I>special</I>) as a writer can feel. Hence Paris between the wars.<BR/><BR/>What do you call it when you're nostalgic for something you never experienced? (Aside from daft, I mean.)David Isaakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04928598446742324391noreply@blogger.com