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Writing

After █████████: on "Flesh," and not.

After █████████: on "Flesh," and not.

There's something terrible about the way normality asserts itself. About the way that summer insists on happening. "Flesh" by David Szalay did not grip me for most of it. I did not love it. Part of it may be a resistance to identifying with Istvan, the

A Long Time Down (II)

A Long Time Down (II)

"I assume you're still not writing?"

Hi noon!

A Long Time Down

Still not writing.

Like We Left and Didn't

Like We Left and Didn't

When I moved to the east coast from the central time zone, it took awhile for me to accept that 10pm was prime time. The news was on at 10pm in Minnesota: 11pm is so late. You have to stay up until 11:30 to watch Letterman or The Daily Show? I remember my head nodding.

Après Pension

Après Pension

With no commute I'd have time for writing, for reading. There were essays I'd planned: drafts existing in the dust-bin of the ideal internet hosting solution for nobody's witness. Eugene asks who the audience is, appealing to a narcissism about writing that must exist. Why do it, otherwise?

Press Play

Press Play

Fourteen years ago, I ran into a guy from high school in Canal Park in Duluth. I wrote about it the following March, when I was back in New York and working a night job for the city that was a total drag.

Portals

This is not going to go well.