The fog is clearing; life is a matter of taste.

He [Wallace] sent a quick note to his friend [Franzen] explaining his behavior. “the bold fact is that I’m a little afraid of you right now,”[…] “all I can tell you is that I may...

When I’m writing I don’t want anyone else in the room – including myself.

The problem with making a virtual world of oneself is akin to the problem with projecting ourselves onto a cyberworld: there’s no end of virtual spaces in which to seek stimulation, but their very endlessness,...