We’ve been on this airplane for two and a half years. Fourteen months quarantined on a military base. Sixteen months jetting around the continent as disaster tourists. It adds up. “Talk about a flight delay,” we say and crack thin smiles.
I’m done! Woo-hoo and thank God. With the last page of Finnegan’s Wake, I have now read every book on the Random House Modern Library list of the Best Novels […]
Probably 15 or so years ago, when I was first struggling with writing and realizing I needed to read a lot more fiction, an author I knew suggested looking at […]
They ask me about Hollis all the time: “What was he like before the siege?” “Why does he hate the government so much?” “Did you ever think he’d do something like this?”
Since writing mostly consists of sitting in front of a keyboard (with long moments of staring out the window thinking, “Why didn’t I listen to my mother and get a […]
Walking my dog recently, the word “fecundity” came to mind. This wet, ripe earth and rot smell sometimes turns the morning walk into the morning tug-of-war: she wants to sniff […]
Turning toward Kennedy Plaza, the bus driver chooses the exact wrong moment to take out his frustrations, tromping on the gas pedal just as the front wheels are on a […]
I am trying valiantly, with more scuttling retreats than dramatic advances, to improve my social skills. Or, rather, gain social skills. Kenny rates me a -1, which he claims is […]
In quite an amazing feat (for me), I’ve already finished Jonathan Franzen’s heavily hyped novel Freedom. (The amazing thing is not that I read it, but that I did so […]