The Lathe of Heaven the only film or TV adaptation of her work with which Ursula Le Guin herself has ever been pleased. And I can see why.
Can We Please Call a Ceasefire on 20-something Trend Pieces?
Yet another tired page in a growing collection of articles that are inexplicably obsessed with the apparent demise of middle-class, heterosexual romance and the endless perils of being a millennial twenty-something.
Writing has given me my life! No negative effects.
Hoffman’s biographical passages, expert arrangement of Joseph Roth’s correspondence, and crisp footnotes yield a full arc of synchronised decay — the social fabric of Europe, Roth’s career, and his worldview — all in unison.
(Self-)Portrait of the Artist as a Young Woman
O’Connor mentioned this self-portrait in letters to friends, enclosed copies of it to pen pals she had never met, and begged publishers to include it on book jackets. According to O’Connor’s wry reports, it was not well-received, so what could explain her fixation on the painting?
SWANS CROSSING and the Makings of a Forgotten Teen Melodrama
In a world where most cultural biproducts from the nineties are revered for being so bad they’re good, I’m shocked at Swans’ relatively absent cult following. Where are the VHS trading posts? Where is the fan fiction? Why aren’t more people reminiscing the crap out of this awful show?
Learning to write better fiction is a process, not something you either can or can’t do.
It would be impossible for me to describe how out of the scope of my intelligence this question is. I write stories about herpes scares and getting colonics.
This is a story about everyone on earth whose name is not George Saunders. Since you are likely one of these humans, I hope you enjoy the attention.
As always, I just kind of slither around, investigating the murk in between.