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we tend to think of young artists as a wild and crazy bunch, but often they are the opposite—depressed, grouchy people who sit around wondering why all those older artists are getting the grants and the contracts. their work bespeaks their mood. they imitate their elders, and not admiringly, but grudgingly, in the spirit of "i can do it, too." in fact, they can't do it, because they don’t really believe in it, but neither can they do what they’re meant to do, because the moment of courage has not yet come. and so, for a while, they produce tight, hard things.
- joan acocella, "finding augie march: saul bellow's first novels," new yorker october 6, 2003
posted October 06, 2003 in art, print.