Absurdity isn't quite so absurd as it once was.
Science is claiming ever more ground from popular stories of the kind we thought we weren't to believe in.
Trauma, and certain important experiences, can imprint on us at a genetic level.
Toronto is hard to capture in a few strokes.
We can't write a serious novel in the 21st century without acknowledging the inescapable self-awareness we're stuck with. The idea we're surrounded by falsehoods and lies. It's hard for the thinking person to believe in narratives. And yet we want some place to invest our belief.
I seem always to have two or three novels going at once. It takes me a long time to finish one.