Daily Archives: January 8, 2008
Things I’m Not Doing
My friend Mary Lum sent this to me today, from Paris, where she’s exhibiting new work. Two men walking down a Paris street. This is me wishing I was there.
Filed under letters from away
Why do we read fiction anyway?
Why do we read fiction, anyway? Not to be impressed by somebody’s dazzling language–or at least I hope that’s not our reason. I think that most of us, anyway, read these stories that we know are not “true” because we’re … Continue reading
