I’m in the middle of having my mind blown by Jeff Vandermeer’s City of Saints and Madmen. It’s kind of ridiculous that I’ve gotten this far in life without ever encountering this book — because it’s an amazing accomplishment, creepy and lovely and riveting and beautifully, beautifully written. And right up my alley. This is [...]
The last thing I wrote in the waning days of Clarion came out in a sort of fever dream, and it shows: it’s a tumbling wordy over-the-top story about an amorphous living city’s relationship with its children. That’s what I thought it was about, anyway. But a couple of really perceptive people in my writing [...]
I’m generally not a big fan of novels about book clubs, for a couple of reasons: Things hardly ever explode, and, when they do, it tends to be meaningful. No steely-eyed bounty hunters navigating the wilds of a post-apocalyptic society. No fart jokes. However — I just finished The Jane Austen Book Club, by Karen [...]
I heard an interview with Scott Frank the other day. He’s the guy who wrote the screenplays for Out of Sight, Get Shorty, and Minority Report, clearly a man with a serious handle on how to put stories together. So it was incredibly gratifying to hear him say this: I find that when I really [...]
So I’ve been blogging for over five years now, and I’m still not entirely sure why. Is this thing an extroverted version of the diary I never managed to keep? Is it an attempt to scratch the writing itch without doing any actual writing? A hopeful shout out into the void? A reason to spend [...]
Here’s George Orwell complaining about the state of English usage in 1950: I am going to translate a passage of good English into modern English of the worst sort. Here is a well-known verse from Ecclesiastes: I returned and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to [...]
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