Two things I dread: decreasing the signal-to-noise ratio and being dishonest about how complex the world is. Both of these are pretty paralyzing to a writer. Writing is violent. To write about something you have to cut away all the things that can’t be written down, rip it away from all the things you don’t notice and all the things you don’t know how to capture. Then, if you’ve managed to get your hands on anything, if there’s anything left, you begin to pick it apart. Editors, how-tos, the voice inside your head, everyone tells you to find the essence,
I’m fairly certain I’ll never become an antiquarian bookseller in real life, so I’ll settle for playing one on the Internet.
Nathan Drake talks too much. John Wayne talked too little.
Unwinnable wishes you a happy Thanksgiving and offers up a feast for your brain.
Unwinnable’s Pulp Book Club returns with Stu Horvath and Brian Taylor picking the bones of Roger Zelazny’s A Night in the Lonesome October. Read the book? Join the discussion!
Every week, Brian Taylor digs through the Unwinnable archives to bring old gems to your attention. This week’s theme, appropriately, is Beginnings.