|Like buttah. Not like gluten.|
Anyway, Sandra's first novel, Losing Touch, just came out, and I'm liking it a lot so far. It's about a an Indian-English man whose family suffers from motor neuron disorders. Scary hereditary diseases make for great page turners in my world. Sandra said she was interested in how an immigrant's loss of cultural identity could inform his loss of physical identity. I said I liked how there seems to be a little more room, finally, in the contemporary canon for novels that don't look at immigration (or disease, for that matter) as a stand-alone issue.
|I love that tea cup.|
Inspiration jolt #2 was Wendy Oleson's reading at Rhapsodomancy last night. I'd been reading her speculative novella, which is weird and funny and postmodern, and the bits of flash fiction she read last night revealed her enviable versatility. She can also do that pared-down, whole-world-contained-in-an-image thing.
|Douglas Kearney doing his thing.|
I'm about to begin a writing date with Nicole, who's taking a couple of months to work on her memoir. I'm envious, even though she's writing about sad things and it's kind of a dark time, like when everyone at MacDowell was sitting in their respective cabins in the woods writing about suicide. But this is the good kind of envy, which hopefully at least inspires me to spend an hour at Starbucks writing about high school students.