Tell, Don't Show
The century of Hemingway style prose is over, and Thomas Bernhard shows what comes next
Tell, Don't Show
The century of Hemingway style prose is over, and Thomas Bernhard shows what comes next
Creative Weather
On working in creative seasons (with news of a finished book)
Finding Your Creative Signature
Why it's not really possible
Is There Objectively Good Writing?
On finding the beauty in what's already there
Touching Snow
There is nothing more clarifying—and more terrifying—than a health scare. Something (I do not yet know what) happened to me one night in late November. My body, which for thirty-eight years had been humming quietly beneath my awareness, a small cat hidden beneath a blanket, purring gently, suddenly betrayed me. The purr became a snarl. Something thrashed about beneath the covers. I came away wounded, but how, where, and how deeply, remains to be seen. When your body speaks to you like this, y...
Touching Snow
There is nothing more clarifying—and more terrifying—than a health scare. Something (I do not yet know what) happened to me one night in late November. My body, which for thirty-eight years had been humming quietly beneath my awareness, a small cat hidden beneath a blanket, purring gently, suddenly betrayed me. The purr became a snarl. Something thrashed about beneath the covers. I came away wounded, but how, where, and how deeply, remains to be seen. When your body speaks to you like this, y...
