Wonderful. Reading your phrase "the freedom afforded by fiction generally, and the novel more specifically," reminds me of Ozick's thrilling and defiant short essay "The Din in the Head," in which she speaks of "the utterly free precincts of the novel" and calls it "the last trustworthy vessel of the inner life (aside from our heads)." Looking forward to this newsletter, mon frère.
So excited for this!
I am already crazy about this. Thank you.
Wonderful. Reading your phrase "the freedom afforded by fiction generally, and the novel more specifically," reminds me of Ozick's thrilling and defiant short essay "The Din in the Head," in which she speaks of "the utterly free precincts of the novel" and calls it "the last trustworthy vessel of the inner life (aside from our heads)." Looking forward to this newsletter, mon frère.