Posts Tagged ‘the News’

A Negative Time

April 19, 2011

Lately, I’ve been unable to write anything here. When I look at the news, I feel nothing but dismay. I’ve had the beginning for dozens of posts. But before I can begin to write, I see another appalling story that blows away the previous idea. Actually, I’d much rather be writing about things that I find beautiful and intriguing. But we live in such a negative time that it’s hard to ignore it. The Republicans and the Tea Party folks are on a tear. Yet, the more they get of what they want, the angrier they become. I’ve been noticing this about the right wing (or whatever you want to call it) ever since the fall of the Soviet Union. It didn’t make them happy at all. They just got crazier. But then, what they want doesn’t bring happiness. Perhaps that’s why they get so angry. When what they think will make them happy doesn’t make them happy, it pisses them off.

Anyway, I’ll get back to posting here soon enough. I’ve been trying to avoid the news the last few days. I’ve mostly been working on the final outline for the book, and it’s going well. It’s an unquestionably strange story. As I work on it—even though I lived it—there are times when I have to shake my head. I’m not the kind of writer who makes stuff up for the sake of a story. Except for some necessary compression, it will all be true.

Progress Report #51

January 11, 2011

I finished the first pass through Chapter 24 of the second draft. The working title is “E is for Education.” It tells about a period on the street when I fear that I’m going under. I was surprised by this one. It turned out to be even stranger and stronger than I thought it would be. Tomorrow I start the second pass.

In Vladimir Nabokov’s novel, Lolita, there is a scene where the main character, Humbert Humbert, goes after his nemesis, Clare Quilty, with a handgun. As Humbert shoots him again and again, Quilty pleads with him to stop, to go away, to stop his monstrous assault. That’s how I feel about the news right now. I have thoughts that I don’t hear anybody voicing, and I often have an impulse to write them down and post them. But more than that, I want the news to leave me alone, to go away, to stop its monstrous assault.