We are befouling and destroying our own home, we are committing a slow but accelerating race suicide and life murder - planetary biocide. Now there is a mighty theme for a mighty book but a challenge to which no modern novelist or poet has yet responded. Where is our Melville, our Milton, our Thomas Mann when we need him most?

Tee Vee football: one team wins, one team loses -- they tie -- who cares? And why?

King Arthur and his armored goons of the Round Table functioned as the Politburo of a slave state: Camelot. Of all who have written on the Matter of Arthur, from Malory to White, only Mark Twain understood this. But Mark Twain was a great writer.

Capitalism sounds good in theory but it just doesn't work.

Despair leads to boredom, electronic games, computer hacking, poetry and other bad habits.

In order to write a book, it is necessary to sit down (or stand up) and write. Therein lies the difficulty.

Places: a cold, bleak, lonely day on the rim at Muley Point, Utah. And the heart-cracking loveliness of the blood-smeared, bitter, incomprehensible slaughterhouse of a world.