Sunday Morning Rant: Rage, rage against the dying of the light
In the poem, Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas writes about the dying light of old age. This morning, I read it as the dying light of democracy.
And I am channeling my rage against the dying of the light into my fiction.
History rhymes but for some reason, humans too often forget the basic structure of the story. While what we’re going through today is horrifying, throughout history, powerful men have abused women, children, and less powerful men. That’s why we talk about conquest in terms of raping and pillaging.
Because men actually raped and pillaged. And they’re still doing it today. On battlefields, in city streets or behind the walls of concentration camps, in corporate boardrooms, and in the home.
WORDS MATTER: WHY I MADE ONE UP FOR THE TITLE OF MY BOOK
When I decided to write Wrequiem, I wasn’t necessarily thinking about satire, per se. I was really thinking of a book like the three funniest novels I’ve ever read—Catch-22, A Confederacy of Dunces, and The Sellout. … These novels are not just funny. They make you uncomfortable as you laugh. Like, should I really be laughing this hard at this scene, or laughing at all? They make you examine the human condition. Most importantly, they pick at the scabs of your own prejudices, privileges, cruelties, and subliminal thought processes. They make you question what you think you know about the world around you.
WREQUIEM AT THE RED ROCKS: SATIRE AND ABSURDISM IN TODAY’S AMERICA
When I decided to write Wrequiem, I wasn’t necessarily thinking about satire, per se. I was really thinking of a book like the three funniest novels I’ve ever read—Catch-22, A Confederacy of Dunces, and The Sellout. … These novels are not just funny. They make you uncomfortable as you laugh. Like, should I really be laughing this hard at this scene, or laughing at all? They make you examine the human condition. Most importantly, they pick at the scabs of your own prejudices, privileges, cruelties, and subliminal thought processes. They make you question what you think you know about the world around you.
The first rule of genres…
Sometimes I feel like Jan Brady looking at her sister getting all the attention and shaking her head, Marsha, Marsha, Marsha. Only, I’m saying, Romantasy, Romantasy, Romantasy.
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