When my grandmother died, I too had this impulse to record everything she said, and everything said about her death.
Men in these books are under siege by a series of emasculating forces, which I have loosely narrowed down to an unholy trinity: cancellation, the body, and the father.
Writers, like lone gunmen, are compulsive worldbuilders. They write their own past, present, and future. DeLillo has described himself as a man in a small room.
I now realized that for thirty years I'd had an imaginary Pietsch perched on my shoulder, and as I reworked sentences I kept (unconsciously) turning to him and asking, "How about now? Would you take it now?"
Queering the relationship between form and genre, troubling the notion of what makes a novel, working through questions of queerness and bodies and desire and space and language on the page.
I left the bank fully and completely realized as ELVIA INC, annual projected revenue: one million dollars.
American cinema is nothing short of the dramatization of the desires and fears of an entire people.
Drug-eating is now drug consumption. Where "eating" implies a loamy process of co-constitution, "consumption" is a rote expression of your identity.
God s dead like the dream of American industry. God is dead like Gen-X self-sufficiency, Millennial irony, and Gen-Z cringe. God is dead unless you force her to live.
If I weren't so busy laughing from a place of presumed safety, what character would I play?
It doesn't matter. It happened in New Jersey.
I see all the portents, all the planets gathering in the skies above America and can do nothing but watch the dark fall, a screaming Cassandra in caps lock.