Well. I’m at 30,000 words on a manuscript and feeling ____. So I googled for a remedy, and in a round about way, found Elizabeth Gilbert’s TED talk. It is good. You should watch it.
Someone came by these parts today looking for the crux of all writing, and found this. Perhaps my genius is a Hobbit.
As tepid reviews of the new film come crawling in, Andrew Sullivan rounds up some critics of the novel.
I’m the camp of people who think Gatsby (the novel) is brilliant. Am I an unwitting misogynist? I will say that Fitzgerald’s admission “I gave no account (and had no feeling about or knowledge of) the emotional relations between Gatsby and Daisy” makes sense to me as a writer. As readers, we all have feelings about those emotional relations, but I do believe it’s very possible to view such integral characters through a glass, darkly. For them to be fully realized, and not ever-receding expressions of one’s self, they almost have to be shrouded and respected as hard-to-know people. These two people are perhaps uncommonly unknowable, even to their maker. And that, of course, is the point.
You know all about those strange synergies of the internet. Today, I was listening to The Horrible Crowes. Like a lot.
For some reason that only makes sense the to the tubes and wires, quite a few folks found their way here today by searching for Kamau Brathwaite’s visceral insight about Caribbean syntax : “the hurricane does not roar in pentameters.”