“What drives me…”

“What drives me on, I realize, is a craving to force entry into another heart, to trick the tumblers of natural law, to perform miracles of knowing. It’s human nature. We are fascinated,… Continue reading

The Devil in Silver: A Review

My first book of 2013 was Victor Lavalle’s novel, The Devil in Silver, about a man, Pepper, who is committed (despite his apparent sanity) to the mental wing of New Hyde Hospital in… Continue reading

“Pepper lost time…”

“Pepper lost time. As he continued reading, he lost even more. … He wasn’t transported from New Hyde to the beaches of Amity, he didn’t feel the New England sun on his skin… Continue reading

Lucy Writes A Novel

I spent most of last week at home, in bed, sneezing, coughing, blowing my nose, and being generally miserable.  The boyfriend was visiting his grandparents after Christmas — a most inconvenient twist of… Continue reading

This Year, I Resolve To Make Resolutions.

It’s not been the most productive of years.  In all honesty, I’ve waffled quite a lot in the past 365 days or so.  I haven’t read as much as I wanted to.  I… Continue reading

The Happy Accident

I always loved music.  It has always been part of my life, from my darkest moments, huddled in the dark with my headphones in, bawling my eyes out, to the happiest times of… Continue reading

Yeah, It’s Another “Merry Christmas” Post…Deal With It

I am very often a cynic.  You may have noticed this.  I tend to dislike that which is mushy, popular, or — worst of all sins — both mushy and popular.  And when… Continue reading

“There is no evidence…”

“There is no evidence that we’ve been placed on this planet to be especially happy or especially normal. And in fact, our unhappiness and our strangeness, our anxieties and compulsions, those least fashionable… Continue reading

Rachel is Neurotic

I flatter myself that you’ve all noticed my recent lack of regular posts.  It’s this kind of self-aggrandizement that allows me to believe that I will someday become an at least mildly successful… Continue reading

“I had once tried…”

“I had once tried to write, had once reveled in feeling, had let my crude imagination roam, but the impulse to dream had been slowly beaten out of me by experience. Now it… Continue reading