The French Connection: combining Camus and Bourdieu to explain “alternative facts”

"Who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes?" The internet widely attributes this quote to Groucho Marx, but the gist of the joke is that the line was spoken by Chico Marx, while dressed as Groucho. In a movie (Duck Soup, 1933). In other words, you cannot trust what you see or... Continue Reading →

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Playing with the novel on a Sunday morning: excerpt

The cool blue 225's V8rumbled comfortably down the highway, rocking gently over every dip like old bedsprings on wheels. Reverend What's feet dangled above the rear floorboard, the toes of his Italian wing-tips brushing against the vinyl cover of the front bench seat. He wore a bone-colored linen suit and held the hat in his... Continue Reading →

Novel Excerpt: Berea, KY

A rare day off, so I finally get to work on my novel. The first appearance of Reverend What and Kumiko Yasinovskaya: Paradise Motel, Berea, KY. Reverend What, a diminutive man, crossed the threshold from his motel room to the outside world, dressed only in pink-striped pajamas and a jipi fedora, hand-woven by Mayans in... Continue Reading →

Black Star is Bowie’s dirge

"Where the f--- did Monday go?"-Girl Loves Me, Black Star track 5. Today is Monday. Our little boy screamed throughout the night. I went downstairs to sleep on the sofa around 4am. I rolled onto the floor at 7am and started water for coffee. First thing I see today was my father-in-law texted me: David... Continue Reading →

A Writer’s Cover Letter

In the fourth grade, I decided that I wanted to be a writer. That was it, that was what I was going to do. My mom bought a typewriter and a subscription to Writer's Digest for me. My fourth grade teacher gave us cardboard, construction paper and wallpaper samples so we could make our own books. I filled... Continue Reading →

My book is finished!

Well, okay, not really. Just like Satan and many other fantastic characters, writers are prone to lying. It's not quite a lie, however, as it is "true", as writers will often tell you...simply not "fact." Grad school ended a mere two months ago, and I had to take a break, adjust to post-grad life, and get... Continue Reading →

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