I sometimes think writers have a different relationship to money than other people. It’s the odd work-wage equation that changes things: you can easily find yourself toiling for no pay for decades, falling into a life of monk-like asceticism with diminishing expectation for salvation at the end of the line. Writing becomes like a protracted [...]
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(from Conversations over Stolen Food)
Between December 2006 and January 2007, we recorded forty-five-minute conversations for thirty straight days throughout New York City. Half of these talks took place at a Union Square health-food store which we call “W.F.” Other locations included MoMA, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Metropolitan Opera House, Central Park, Prospect Park [...]
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In the Louisiana neighborhood where I grew up, we were always looking for ways to get out.
Barry Shinder found a way out when he was just seven, by jumping off a pier into way too shallow water off the Williams Bridge and paralyzing himself from the waist down. Chrissy [...]
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A gypsy once told my mother I would reach the pinnacle of fame and fortune, but would never know happiness, and perhaps her prediction was correct.
There is never enough sleep or enough love in the world.
I remember the taste of freshly-fallen snow, the heat of the blazing open-hearth furnaces, how excited my father was the [...]
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