Emotion Review – Limbic Rage There is an anger that you nurse and tend, and which makes you feel wretched and powerful. This is not that anger. This is something that comes on you like an attack from behind. It makes you feel wretched, but it makes you feel weak; not because you lack the
He Was the Real Thing I have only known Tom Stoppard in a small way, through reading his plays, which I’ve never even seen performed. And yet, when I saw the retrospectives and obituaries last week, I felt that a pillar had been knocked out of our cultural temple as English speakers. Stoppard was
Emotion Review - Unrequited Love Imagine that you’ve been eating bland food all your life and suddenly you discover salt. It’s a revolution. The miraculous little mineral makes everything it touches better. How did you ever live without it? But imagine that this particular salt you’ve discovered triggers a craving. You put
The High-School Essay Problem There’s a problem that crops up for the argumentative writer which I call “the high-school essay problem.” In high school, you’re taught—I was, at least—to stake out, early in your essay, a clear thesis. A claim you’ll go to bat for, a hill you’ll
Missing You and I go back a long ways, back to kitchen counter conversations and air-conditioned afternoons. I paced the tile floors and sucked a spoon of peanut butter, you pounded water and leaned against the cabinets. We were young in those days, sure of ourselves. We had everything in the
Dress Like You’re Selling Something As a writer, I like to find words for things. String of words that build strangely compelling phrases. Lone words that encapsulate. Even technical terms bring delight—how satisfying it is to distinguish electrocution from electrification, to know an aviary from an apiary! Add to this my love for good
Sitting Down on a Wet Afternoon to Write My books are all organized and stacked on the floor, my chamomile-rooibos-mint blend is brewed up and just slightly too warm to drink, a jazz record that I picked without great discretion or taste is playing from my computer—the mood is conducive to writing. So, let’s write. But: