adifficultinterview

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ward but interesting situation. Text Analysis The recent large exhibition of the paintings of Mr. James Hummer drew a lot of attention to this artist. At seventy, he had been painting quietly for over fifty years, and up till then he had only held small exhibitions of his work. These had brought him a small amount of fame, but suddenly everyone was talking about him and everybody knew his name. People said he was an “Important Contemporary Artist”. Mr. Hummer, for his part, shook his head and asked himself why people wouldn’t leave him alone. He said he had no time for meeting journalists, but of course all the newspapers and magazines wanted to interview him. He didn’t like to be famous. Text Analysis His friends, however, said that underneath he was charming and only outwardly seemed a little strange. They explained that he was sometimes very shy and didn’t like to talk about himself, and sometimes quite the opposite. Nobody can tell. In view of this, it is not surprising that when a young woman journalist was sent to interview him in his tiny house deep in the Sussex Downs, she felt rather nervous. But the interview went worse than expected. Text Analysis When she arrived, Mr. Hummer was sitting at a small unsteady table and could hardly be seen for a forest of paintbrushes in pots of water. In the middle of these was a bottle of whisky. From time to time he poured some into a paintstained glass and drank it rapidly. He smiled politely and said that of course he didn’t mind answering some questions. He drank some whisky and put his head on one side as if to hear the questions better. He looked like a serious artist. Text Analysis In what she hoped was a suitable voice, the girl asked him what purpose in society he fulfilled as a painter. She wanted to know whether he saw his duty as a painter to be teaching people or entertaining them. Then there was a dry laugh, and then silence for a long time. The girl began to wonder if he hadn’t heard her, but at length Mr. Hummer coughed and broke the silence by asking slowly what on earth she expected as an answer to such a question. He only painted pictures, he said, and left other people to say what they meant and why he had done them. Text Analysis Now it was the girl’s turn to look astonished. This was not the way Important Contemporary Artists were supposed to speak. They always had their own theories. Feeling foolish, she asked if it had really been as easy as that to paint the brilliant pictures that everybody admired. Mr. Hummer only smiled to himself and invited her to have some whisky. Then silence again. The only thing she could do was to try again, the girl thought, so she asked him why he had bee a painter. This time Mr. Hummer was very quick, but replied with another question. He asked her how she earned her living. Painting, he continued, was like coalmining: it was a job which filled the space between cradle and grave, and he happened to do it quite well. Text Analysis The interview seemed to have gone quite wrong. Looking for an easy question, the girl asked him about the visits she had heard he regularly made to London. She wondered what he liked to do there and if he enjoyed going to art exhibitions, for instance. He suddenly drew back. No, he said, he never went to those places, asking scornfully what she thought the point of such visits would be. He went to London, he explained, to meet his friends, and in answer to another question added that while of course some of them were artists, others of them weren’t. Some of them were men and some were women, but that was of no significance as they just usually liked to talk. Asked what they talked about, Mr. Hummer appeared to think hard for a minute. Everyday things, he began。 the weather。 other people。 food … Suddenly his face brightened wonderfully. Leaning forward, he asked her if she liked food, continuing, before she had had time to reply, that what he liked was fish, a。