January 30, 2019
On Elisa Gabbert’s Lydia Davis and Completeness
I like to finish things, which is a failure; as James Richardson maintains in one of his (amazing) aphorisms, all stones are broken stones and to pretend otherwise is willful folly. I’ve […]
July 31, 2018
In the Summer You Really Know: on living, writing and not publishing
Summer has always been my least favorite season and, weirdly, my most productive one. Being that for most of my life I’ve been immersed in academia in one form or […]