Rachel Cusk (born February 8, 1967) is a Canadian-born author.
- Once you have suffered sufficiently, the idea of making up John and Jane and having them do things together seems utterly ridiculous…
- On feeling that writing fiction was fake and embarrassing in “Rachel Cusk: 'Aftermath was creative death. I was heading into total silence'” in The Guardian (2014 Aug 24)
- I annoy everybody, not just certain women…I think it is because I'm not interested in the group, only in the individual. What happens is my message enters the conflicted person reading it who is half self, half society but does not know where one begins and the other ends. I light up that conflict and it makes people angry.
- On why her writing might cause a stir in “Rachel Cusk: 'Aftermath was creative death. I was heading into total silence'” in The Guardian (2014 Aug 24)
- There seems to be some problem about my identity. But no one can find it, because it’s not there—I have lost all interest in having a self. Being a person has always meant getting blamed for it.
- On abandoning being a memoirist in “Rachel Cusk Gut-Renovates the Novel” in the New Yorker (Aug 2017)
- I worry I don’t see things the way everyone else does.
- On her anxieties as a writer (as quoted in “I Have Lost All Interest in Having a Self”) (2019 Sep 19)
- …I can’t even remember Saving Agnes. I haven’t read it in years and years. I don’t think I could read it. It’s a strange thing about having been publishing for so long. As with any memory of yourself at twenty-five, it feels like your cellular being has completely changed. It’s not just photographs of me with a weird hairstyle at twenty-five—a novel is such an intricate document.
- On how an author might revisit one of their past novels to reconnect with their past self in “Rachel Cusk, The Art of Fiction No. 246” in The Paris Review (Spring 2020)
- …I could almost divide my life on either side of this line, between the things that are real and the things that are imitating reality and are synthetic or inauthentic, and the awful pain of being in the synthetic life or the synthetic relationship, the one that is a bit like the thing you want but is not it. So that was that book…
- On her book The Temporary in “Rachel Cusk, The Art of Fiction No. 246” in The Paris Review (Spring 2020)