Quarter in Review: On Embarrassment, Lyric Mortality, and Voight-Kampff Testing
It is considered unprofessional. It feels bad. It is a bad look. How is writing supposed to feel, supposed to look?
Children of the Atom: On “The Passenger” and “Stella Maris”
They’re a potent reminder that we still live in the long, dark shadow of the twentieth century—the bargains made therein, the general Faustian demeanor accepted as a national character—and that a certain kind of serious, Modernist fiction still has a place and resonates.
