Story seems to say that everything happens for a reason and I want to say, No, it doesn’t.

The novel is dead. Long live the antinovel, built from scraps.

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

Nonfiction, qua label, is nothing more or less than a very flexible (easily breakable) frame that allows you to pull the thing away from narrative and toward contemplation, which is all I've ever wanted.

I take literature as a really serious human activity. It's not just a playful thing. It can be hilarious and wonderful and performative, but I think it's really serious.

Genre is a minimum security prison.

In my own little way, I feel like I'm part of a group of writers who care deeply about pushing the essay forward.