Tomorrow, the Great American Experiment comes to an end, one way or the other, and the last battles of their Civil War, begun so long ago, should start to take shape. It’s the conservative vs progressive, racists vs allies, stupid vs science, misogyny vs feminism, hate vs love, money vs people, and billionaires vs everyone. And no matter which side wins, there’s going to be more than enough of all these things to go around.
Gee, that’s depressing. Let’s try for something cheerier.
Halloween is over, so cue the Christmas carols! It’s November: time for you to start mindlessly purchasing things to prop the illusion we call The Economy and ensure that you, like a tree changing sunlight to energy to live, convert your sweat and pain and allotted time into lifegiving nutrients for the world’s billionaires. Enjoy your existence, you life-support-transit-vehicle for a wallet.
Well, I tried.
- On spite, the main form of currency in our terrible time;
- 50 greatest novels of the apocalypse, for no reason;
- On tackling Proust during lockdown;
- New prize for Toronto novelists over 50 (this and a yearly colonoscopy is what’s waiting for us all);
- October was National Library Month, posts The Star on November 1;
- Hey, it’s National Novel Writing Month! Can’t wait for National Perform an Open Heart Surgery Month!;
- Lockdown award shortlists in the UK;
- Spouses should not review spouses, my dear Shelleys;
- I’ve read Solaris a few times, but never seen the movies… Lem hated the one he saw;
- Books help Orpah get through stressful times – them and her $BILLIONS;
- Back when a Superman comic was censored because of the bomb;
- Wimpy Kid author holds pool party book events – I’m in the wrong field;
