On Beauty
Strange, the way forces converge. One moment you are reading Zadie Smith's On Beauty, and the next moment you are inside the novel.
The mundane facts look like this. At 6 PM, having despaired of accomplishing anything else by way of book promotion...my current 'job'...what was there to do but prop up my feet and bask in the fading light of day? I am a fading-light kind of guy, after all. Obsessed with the wearing out and running down of things, particularly time. So it is a bittersweet part of Read more [...]