Showing posts with label Natalie Portman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Natalie Portman. Show all posts

Sunday, 9 August 2026

Can you ever really trust a writer? Rachel Cusk, Natalie Portman and the dangerous business of becoming somebody’s material

Does Rachel Cusk’s Life of M draw on Natalie Portman? From Truman Capote to Knausgård, what happens when writers turn real people into material?
In the preface to Slouching Towards Bethlehem, Joan Didion leaves us with a warning.

'Writers are always selling somebody out.'

It is a wonderfully typical Didion sentence. It's cold, precise and just self-aware enough to make the betrayal sound almost professional.