well i don't know if i'm wrong because she's only just gone
I figured out how to describe what I'm trying to do with my art this morning. In an email to another writer, I typed:
I don't write consolatory literature. I write absolutionary literature.
And then I paused and stared at what I had just written. And it clicked in my head as solidly as something somebody mentioned at Boskone, I think it was, that other people write comedies of manners, and New Englanders write comedies of ethics.
Because I do write comedies of ethics.
And the thing about absolution is you have to earn it.
And now that this moment of self-absorbtion has passed, back to reading this horribly written book, which I shall tell you all about a little later.
I don't write consolatory literature. I write absolutionary literature.
And then I paused and stared at what I had just written. And it clicked in my head as solidly as something somebody mentioned at Boskone, I think it was, that other people write comedies of manners, and New Englanders write comedies of ethics.
Because I do write comedies of ethics.
And the thing about absolution is you have to earn it.
And now that this moment of self-absorbtion has passed, back to reading this horribly written book, which I shall tell you all about a little later.