We’re all beholden to our community whether or not we admit it.
I’d like to think of the book itself as an act of prayer—a way of spreading the net of my attention, of turning people’s gaze towards the things that matter to me, that I think need more attention than they’re getting.
What if I wrote a novel about this situation of being a nameless voice and published it under my own name?
MySpace was a great website because it was fueled by music fandom. . . . We need to find a way to get back to communities, to organic, real-world friendships.
My whole life, I’ve been desperate to feel the spiritual impulse. Sadly, however, I’ve never experienced it. Pure Cosmos Club was my attempt to understand what it must feel like to be blessed with the gift of faith.
I have no doubt that Lagarce is a cornerstone of contemporary French theatre. It’s been only twenty-eight years since his death, and his plays are already considered classics.
I think a lot about Madame Bovary. Probably more than I should. And I sometimes wonder, what if Flaubert had chosen to make Rodolphe kill himself instead of Emma? Like, what if Freud had focused on Antigone instead of Oedipus?
Kelly Krumrie & Mark Mayer, Part II
Part of why I like writing younger narrators is because they’re closer to what I think we all still feel but hide from ourselves, which is the essential bewilderment of life itself.
Kelly Krumrie & Mark Mayer, Part I
In really kind of spooky ways, this book recognized how dull work of plotting points on a chart or drawing electric circuits ends up changing everything for us.
I have been asking myself this a lot lately, of my past year: What genre am I in? Is this horror? A tragedy? A comedy? All of it?