Reading Lydia Davis’ short stories is like being able to read everyone’s thoughts. There’s no dialogue, just the inside of everyone’s heads. It’s very playful writing.
And it isn’t that you can say afterwards the pleasure was greater than the pain and that’s why you would do it again. That has nothing to do with it. You can’t measure it, because the pain comes after and it last longer. So the question really is, Why doesn’t that pain make you say, I won’t do it again? When the pain is so bad that you have to say that, but you don’t.
I always meant to read Davis’ work and then she won the Man Booker International Prize and I thought enough procrastinating.