Oryx and Crake

I reread Margaret Atwood’s Oryx and Crake, which harmonized with our latest heatwave to an unsettling degree.


In Steve Erickson’s Shadowbahn, the Twin Towers reappear in South Dakota, wholly intact and without explanation.


I’m attempting to read Gustav Flaubert’s The Temptation of Saint Anthony.

The Memory Police

In Yōko Ogawa’s fable, the residents of an unnamed island suffer the ritual disappearance of objects big and small. Flowers. Lemons. Perfume. Calendars.

Our Broken Sky

Like a modern-day Virgil, David Wallace-Wells guided me through tomorrow’s weaponized geography of fire, mud, drought, floods, toxins, rain bombs, and damage mechanics.

Between the Stories

My thoughts keep returning to a line in The Handmaid’s Tale: “The newspaper stories were like dreams to us, bad dreams dreamt by others.”

The Woman in the Dunes

Kōbō Abe meditates on the reasons the mind craves routine: “It goes on, terrifyingly repetitive. One could not do without repetition in life, like the beating of the heart, but it was also true that the beating of the heart was not all there was to life.”

The Story of Philosophy

“But we would believe all the while that there is something vital and significant in us, could we but decipher our souls.”