LA Weekly interview with novelist Sandi Tan:
In her upstairs office, there is a bulletin board tacked over with lurid, evocative pictures: a snarling dog, a scene from Lars von Trier’s Antichrist, Saturn eating his children, a postcard of grizzlies dancing in a forest, scrawled with the words “Mental atmosphere is key.” The pictures are inspiration, a warning not to write “Asian insipid crap.”
“As you write, you get so tired and angry at yourself, and you’re hating what you come up with. Cats are the counterforce.”
“I highly recommend the capture of other people’s cats. Other people’s cats is crucial.”
In her novel Black Isle, “sharks burst out of tanks and attack children, chomping their arms and legs.”
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