I always had a hard time with fiction. It does feel like driving a car in a clown suit. You’re going somewhere, but you’re in costume, and you’re not really fooling anybody. You’re the guy in costume, and everybody’s supposed to forget that and go along with you. Obviously, it can work, it works all the time – well, it doesn’t always work. Still, no matter what, I’m always looking at the form and addressing it, not ignoring it.
