Kat in these weeks had felt a filmy curtain, a shimmer in the air between herself and the physical world. She reached a hand forward, tried to push through. She struggled mounting and descending the curb, having lost her ability to fathom where her feet should go. She came down too hard or wavered mid-step. She felt like she might pitch forward or back if a gust of wind or an impatient pedestrian hit her, just like her sister had. She groped at door handles and gripped railings like she was old, frail, her bones brittle. In that trance-like state, Kat led them into a pasta place with an aroma of starch and sweet tomato paste that leaked onto the sidewalk. Only after the bread basket came and Joy eyed it vindictively did Kat learn that her friend was on the South Beach diet. — My short story, “Disorder” which I consider the “heart” of my collection is up at Blue Lyra Review. Race, friendship, food, loss, Judaism. All my big themes are in here—and a little humor, too I hope.
I spent years thinking, you know, if I could just get one piece of writing published, I will die happy. Then I got one piece of writing published and I thought, oh, what I would really like to do is get a piece of writing published at the New Yorker. And then I got a piece of writing published at the New Yorker, and I thought, I would like to write a book. And then I sold a book to a publisher, and I thought, I hope this book sells well. I hope that I achieve some measure of cultural success. And then I read accounts like Emily’s and realize, that wheel just keeps on turning regardless. Nobody’s fully successful, and no one’s fully a failure. We’re all just doing the best we can to survive in an economy that hates writers, and in fact hates pretty much everyone. There’s a level on which just continuing to try is sort of heroic. —
The Futility of Chasing a “Successful” Writing Career – Flavorwire
Michelle Dean on literary success. This sums up so much, ladies and gentlemen. So much.
And now for something a little lighter… my thoughts on the stoner broads of Broad City, and why they are the best thing ever for feminism.
I thought the tragic death of a young friend would temper the pain of losing a loved one to old age; I was wrong .
(via Mourning Anew - Modern Loss - Modern Loss)
When media consumers read an op-ed shaming rape victims, when fans follow fictional narratives that exaggerate the risks of abortion, when viewers encounter no women of color on TV screens or elided depictions of queer sexuality in films, when articles about and …
I wrote up the WMC and VIDA reports for RH Reality Check.
I wrote about Josh Lambert’s book, “Unclean Lips” for Lilith Magazine (it’s about Jews and Obscenity) and interviewed him at the Lilith blog.
My thoughts about Dylan Farrow and Woody Allen can be found in the Sisterhood and (quoted) in the LA Times.
More bylines soon, I hope, as I rev myself up for the next cycle of creativity.