because we don’t pick books — they pick us.
No matter what we’re fleeing or moving toward, we must have a relationship with the present.
Deifying algorithms and quantum computers is untruthful; it is manipulative. It is the very slipperiness on which a technocratic, self-referential satire must rely in order to win over its human viewers.
“When I was a child, luxury for me was fur coats, long dresses, villas next to the sea. Later, I believed it was living an intellectual life. Now, it’s also the ability to experience passion for another person.” - Annie Ernaux
Even if you believe that reading about other people’s tragedies is good for, I don’t know, some vague thing we call “empathy,” it’s not clear that such empathy flows naturally out of a play or novel or film.
At the beating heart of this book is, for me, a dream: that old age might be as vibrant as this.
These two particular doses of highly intelligent snark — of anger made into art — have been a balm during this waking nightmare that is the latest news cycle.
Check out my essay at LitHub (and read a section from the piece that I ended up cutting)!
If you’ve surprised yourself––if you’ve tapped into “crazy stuff that can’t be planned” as you channel your narrator––then you leave an imprint of that surprise on the page for your reader.
There’s something about these at best qualmish, at worst faux-pious young adults in the early-sixties that makes you want to be part of a generation with a backbone.
What is the difference between Big Tech’s surveillance of our consciousness — their playing god — and a fiction writer’s?
To me, even more than being about medieval nuns, this novel is Groff’s ars poetica — her assertion of what it takes to be a woman artist.
Feminists have always known that patriarchy is designed to divide and conquer -- to keep women from, well, talking: to each other, and about the violent acts (or the specter of them) that produce their submission and compliance.
Isma, or Ismene in the Sophocles, is usually more of a foil than a frame, but by opening with the grounded older sister, Shamsie casts the moral terms of her Antigone first through the lens of sibling love and sacrifice.
That day, a portal seemed to open that would take me into a new reality. Of course, I was recently accustomed to looking for portals into new realities.