Patrick O’Brian on Finding Your Own Voice



Earlier, in the wicious pride of my youth, I sometimes threw myself into postures, imitating writers I admired and producing a certain amount of Proust and water (the recipe for the Avignon lark pâté comes to mind: one lark, one horse) to Joyce and very small beer; but none of this survived the war, and by the time I was writing Testimonies, for example, I was setting down what I had to say in the words and with the rhythm that seemed right to what might perhaps be called my inner ear, and doing so without any immediate debt to anyone.

via Paris Review – The Art of Fiction No. 142, Patrick O’Brian, which is rich pleasure from the very start. For more of my favorite bits from the interview, see my Tumblr