Chapter Nine of Peace Like a River — the best novel of the first quarter century of the millennia and yes, I know there are
Did not know this until just now but a few weeks ago was World Tuberculosis Day, which honors the date the TB bacterium was discovered
Silence is the real. Words lie on top. + To be alone with the Alone He drapes himself in silence Art, too, is the fruit
A report from the lab — She’ll talk sometimes, make an endless series of noises with inflections and rhythm and pauses. Or she’ll just scream
It’s legit unseemly. Our being ‘gutted’ and whatnot by the deaths of people we don’t know. Still, there is John Donne and there is continuity
Your plan is not working, they say. Ah, but my plan is working, we respond. (I just haven’t fully implemented it, yet … ) But
Premise: If a story, then a storyteller. Premise: A story. Conclusion: A storyteller.