by Drew Dickerson

William Gaddis’s Failure


The Gaddis I like best to think of is a God-haunted aristocrat. Thrown pearl-clutching into a fallen world, he gathers himself and understands it as his task to recognize what instances of the eternal still obtain, among things melted into air.

Beached Reading


When we try to flip through any one of the volumes lining the desert island’s shore, we find that its pages have been bleached by sun and surf.