One of the topics on which you frequently speak includes “superiority of the typewriter over the computer.” Could you elaborate? Is it the tactile proximity/greater focus the typewritter affords? Or is it more to do with a writer’s perspective on essential issues?

It’s the fact that revising — I do endless revisions, typing and then scrawling on the typescript and then typing again — requires that within whatever paragraph or page is now being retyped, every word must present itself for re-evaluation, prove itself worthy. Thoughtless Deletions, idle Copies and Pastes — they’re just not available on my old Hermes. Thank Heaven, I might add — the computer, I think, is no aid to prose. Yes, there is a need for patience, and also for taking the time to be brief.

Matchmaking is one of your hobbies — one might say fiction allows for the ultimate platform. Having written numerous stories which feature couples, are there aspects of love, forgiveness, or human nature that continually intrigue or surprise you?

I love your noticing that connection between matchmaking and writing about love and its sad companion loss. And I am interested in unlikely combinations in life and in fiction. But what intrigues me also is something outside the world of romantic love — satisfied, non-pathological celibacy. I think the celibate are scanted in literature, and I am gradually trying to right that wrong.

From William Faulkner’s Yoknapatawpha County to Agatha Christie’s St. Mary Meade, many writers have created fictional homes in their writing. You’ve written about Godolphin in “O My Godolphin.” Was there much planning/mapping? Do you view it as a microcosm for our own evolving neighborhoods, or as something entirely its own…?

It’s a close-to-my-heart setting for many stories. It resembles the town I live in, but since I’ve given it a different name I am free to build and raze buildings; invent public characters like the End of the World Man (not in “Binocular Vision”); establish a soup kitchen and an old fashioned hotel. Godolphin is a convenience and, to my mind, something of a character itself.

Many of your stories are understated; they suggest a wonderful trust in language, but also in the reader. Do you see contemporary fiction steering further from this subtle approach? Has the landscape changed from Vaquita to Binocular Vision?

You the reader and I the author are collaborating in unveiling someone’s obsessive desire; in opening someone’s grieving heart; in discovering, or at least searching for, a new and abiding truth. ^[1]

It seems the minimalists have had their day and the mild magic realists, whose ranks I sometimes join, are more numerous. What someone rather nastily called stories of dreary little insights are on the wane, and rather ambitious stories which involve the world itself are on the ascendant. That said, Aesop was a fabulist and Balzac’s stories were ambitiously about the whole world — Paris, which was the whole world to him. So what goes round comes round.

What non-literary sources inspire your work?

People, bugs, history, places; the workings of chance; memory and dream.