Four in the Morning
Long after all the neighborhood lights dim and the city descends to a hush and there’s nothing but the slightest whisper of wind in the distance.
The Life With A Hole In It
To learn that a vibrant, engaging novelist was also spirited in his personal correspondence shouldn’t come with a shock.
Sculptors and Speakers
Here is a dichotomy about writers that I want to introduce: there are sculptors and there are speakers.
The Musicality
To assume that style is distinct from substance still remains a commonplace yet peculiar view.
Notes on Giving Criticism
If a breathless artist awaits your verdict, some basic principles are available.
Language Distinctions
Attempting to stop the language from changing is one surefire method of looking foolish in the future.
A Private Notebook
You might wish for fame or acclaim or recognition, but you rarely want an accurate spotlight that peers too deep.
To The Smallest Particle
We can’t dismantle or parse or interrogate the literary world any further—it is time to look up from the microscope and adjust our eyes to what’s left.
Of Two Minds
To my eye this touches on the split between the literal mind and the ironic mind.
Stale, Fatigued, and Hushed
Even though it is fairly common for writers to disparage clichés, it is rare for writers to explain that disparagement.
Rebecca West: An Extraordinary Career
For a critical piece it is worth remembering that a writer’s contract is always with the reader.
Punctuation
For reasons that escape my understanding, most students aren’t taught the conventions of contemporary English writing.
Lost Ideas
Nearly everyone notices that epiphanies have a propensity to strike during showers.
Distant Memories
When I arrive in a city for the first time, my conclusions typically arrive on the next plane.
Impermanence
There’s an assumption that today’s acclaim will never be esoteric or forgettable or even uninteresting to future generations.
A Difficult Time Writing
To spend the majority of your time crafting artificial symbols on a surface—whether your medium is stone, paper, or pixels—will always be a curious behavior.
The Anxiety of Influence
If you are ever lost in an Italian city, look for Dante Alighieri street.