"Eventually of course, literature got displaced by reality, as it invariably does, but for a while my every day life had the clarify, intensity and certitude of fiction."
- The Darling, Russell Banks
"I can now see my own suffering as ordinary, just part of what it means to be a human being. I no longer think, Why me? Instead I think, Why not me? The one thing that I gained from writing this book is that it made me intolerant of unhappiness. When I am unhappy now, I often think, How much more of your life can you spend being sad? Go and find some joy."
- Akhil Sharma discusses his piece in this week’s issue: http://nyr.kr/KWkCFK (via newyorker)
(Source: newyorker.com, via newyorker)
When the heart,
clenched like a fist, in fear,
unfurls to grasp another hand.
I’m back! For a bit. Tonight’s haul.