Edouard Louis and Abdellah Taïa in conversation for The Paris Review
Just like you, I measure the violence of the world every day and ask myself what to do. And when I realize that I spend my days writing books, I feel infinite shame. Every day when I sit in front of my desk to write my next novel I think to myself, You could help migrants fight for their rights. You could go block factories to protest against the violence of capitalism. You could free animals from slaughterhouses. Shame is the feeling that forges my life as a writer. And yet it would be stupid to say that the world is too violent and that therefore we should no longer write. I think we must instead take hold of that shame and try to produce a literature that confronts the world. Maybe shame is a good thing.