With relatively few exceptions, the novel sacrifices too much, for me, on the altar of plot.

Everything I write, I believe instinctively, is to some extent collage. Meaning, ultimately, is a matter of adjacent data.

With relatively few exceptions, the novel sacrifices too much, for me, on the altar of plot.

To me, the moment you're talking about nonfiction you're talking about reality.

The absence of plot leaves the reader room to think about other things.

Resolution and conclusion are inherent in a plot-driven narrative.

I don’t know what’s the matter with me, why I’m so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.