This Kind of Mother
“I had my foot, I remember, on the door of the bedroom because I’d decided I
just simply had to write this story. I wanted to get it down. I put my
Humanity
Several Selves
When I was a child, I wore many hats – in precisely the way the clichéd
expression means. Early photographs show me sitting on my father’s lap, arms
outstretched, driving a pretend fire
This Pain Is Not For You
Does sad music demand any ethical responsibilities of its listeners? Can we use
sad music any way we see fit? Or does the disclosure of pain oblige us to think
carefully about the
I Am Free Any Time
I have learned over the last few months that the line between “seeking
employment” and “being a card-carrying stalker” is very fine – so fine as to not
even be worth distinguishing. So fine
The Saturnine Age and the Modern Genius
When a modern person thinks of artistic genius, they imagine an individual. Some
have quantified genius by standardized exams – for example, the I.Q. test – but
most know a genius by his work.