I was sadly and stupidly ill over Christmas break—got sick right as Fall final grading was beginning (try grading when you’re sick sometime—it’s unpleasant) and I stayed sick through the New Year. A fitting way, maybe, to end wretched 2017—worn down, with a weird and seemingly endless cold. A fucking uncommon cold. But I survived.
Helping greatly with my healing were the three Cass Neary novels by Elizabeth Hand: Generation Loss, Available Dark, and Hard Light. Cass Neary is the greatest character of 21st Century American Literature—a damaged human, knowing and cynical and resourceful and funny. One of the great pleasures of reading a novel is identifying with a character who’s about to do something you know they shouldn’t do—and you’re yelling aloud—“NO! DON’T DO IT!”—and then of course they do do it. Cass does it—whatever the it is she shouldn’t do—over and over again. Fun.
Read them.
Helping greatly with my healing were the three Cass Neary novels by Elizabeth Hand: Generation Loss, Available Dark, and Hard Light. Cass Neary is the greatest character of 21st Century American Literature—a damaged human, knowing and cynical and resourceful and funny. One of the great pleasures of reading a novel is identifying with a character who’s about to do something you know they shouldn’t do—and you’re yelling aloud—“NO! DON’T DO IT!”—and then of course they do do it. Cass does it—whatever the it is she shouldn’t do—over and over again. Fun.
Read them.
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