On the notion that if our moment in time were a story, nobody would believe a word of it.
If I didn't feel before like I was living in a science fiction novel, this year sure clinched that feeling. But not for the reasons you might think.
And once we do, what do we take away from it all?
Why some people respond to reports of deaths in numbers with minimizing tactics.
In a conversation with a friend, about the way our crazy moment in time is shaping our creative decisions, I kept coming back to a phrase I've said to myself before: "Let's not try to understand all this too quickly."
And how we might be able to write about it.
"Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world's grief." Easier said than done.
If I could sum up the problem of modern politics in only a few words, it would be this: the asymmetry of the motivations of the participants.
Welcome back to third grade.
On Sir Popper's beautiful mind as an antidote for this terrible moment.
I've long been wary of using fiction as a system of polemic, not because I don't care about the world we live in but because such things typically make for bad fiction
The point isn't to run away from what's around you, but to see something new despite it.
"If infinity is too big for you, live in the day."
When all this madness first really lit up, I made a promise to myself: I wasn't going to post anything here that was simply an echo of anything you could find anywhere else.
Since many of you are stuck indoors right now and going a little stir crazy, I have some nonfiction reading suggestions that shed light on our moment from different directions.
Like most of you, I'm "sheltering in place" -- which is actually not all that different from what I already do. The difference is that now I don't have a choice.
A third letter to a dead friend.
Another letter to a long-dead friend.
A letter to a long-dead friend.
On the unneeded cruelties of the moment.
There is no guarantee of victory; there isn't even a guarantee of continuation. But you miss all the shots you don't take.
We didn't get into this mess all at once and we're not going to get out of it all at once, either.
The folks at Birth. Movies. Death. are raffling off movie goods for a good cause (the Texas Civil Rights Project). The more you donate, the greater the odds you'll get the goods you want. Minimum raffle is $10.
"Revealed at Last! What Killed the Dinosaurs! And You Don’t Look so Terrific Yourself."
Science fiction, rebooted.
New York City
Other Lives Of The Mind