The Kansas City Star: An interview with the writer John Banville, whose book The Sea is presently washing me away.

You muse upon the beauty of Banville when you’ve stopped reading him for a moment and are attending to your wounds. You admire his account of a clump of trees as “monkey-brown with a tarry reek,” of a rising sea as “a vast bowl of water bulging like a blister, lead-blue and malignantly agleam.”

I haven’t read the whole interview yet, so I’ll post it here to share, and remind me to finish it – and possibly comment – later.