The hell of working
Joseph Conrad was 38, more than halfway through his life, when his first novel, Almayer’s Folly, was published in 1895. He died in 1924 with more than 30 books to his name. A good enough rate of production, you might think. An astonishing one actually, if you are to believe him. ‘Full 3 weeks’, he wrote to his friend Galsworthy in 1911, ‘— no consecutive ideas, no six consecutive words to be found anywhere in the world. I would prefer a red hot gridiron to that cold blankness.’ The gloom wasn’t new: ‘The sight of a pen and an inkwell fills me with anger and horror.’ Or again: I sit
