All in all, I’m a sort of literary smuggler. I try to smuggle forgotten, less known literary values to “Western audiences.” Do you know what premastication, or pre-chewing, or kiss feeding is? That’s what I did in Fox.
All we really had for an idea was “what if there was a weird place where cows could talk?” It’s funny to look back at the initial seeds we planted and how much the project has exploded since then.
I think that language, for many people of diaspora, is certainly and can be a source of both loss and regeneration.
It’s like my little poem is the concatenation of multiple tiny decision-making processes that both solicit and elude tracing, by the reader or by me.
I want to have hope, but I’m also suspicious of all hopeful things. [Laughs.]
There’s a way in which trauma exerts pressure both on our bodies and psyches as well as on our relationship to objects, places, and things.
A novel isn’t a painting, it’s language that’s been organized until it has the power to bombard pleasurably. The premise that ‘showing’ is somehow more respectful to a reader than ‘telling’ is illogical nonsense.
The longer you stare into skateboarding the less choice you have but to embrace a broader definition of the term.
Sometimes I stop typing and listen. I keep quiet and I listen. And they talk; I hear them.
Gavin Van Horn, Robin Wall Kimmerer, John Hausdoerffer (Part 2)
When you anthropomorphize, you give human traits to simplify complex beings out of a laziness of not fully understanding them.