And Kafka did write father, punishment, father, father, father and Hemingway did growl cowardice, courage, cowardice, cowardice.My hunch is that a good novel is the pearl that emerges from the pain he is worked its way into the writers inner life.In Alone With All That Could Happen, David Jauss suggests that fiction is a lie told in the interest of truth:Writing about the secret life is not, th