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Kilpatrick on the artist’s political responsibilities (these are apparently multiple): Hate has more borders than I can muster into the capability of a vision. That’s why I scream in short bursts.
“Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make... more
Let the okra go to waste, steal oranges from the
corner store. I'll tell you that... more
Two teenagers are living in my house this summer, and neither has read The Catcher in the... more
Pierce Brosnan only has so much time left. He doesn’t know it yet, but this will be his... more
To recover from the grand wizard of empathy’s commencement speech, I have since camped at grocery stores, when I can afford them, awaiting the flotation device of my college degree’s supposed intellectual extenuation of the human gridlock.
The people in my workshop suggested the stories were detailing co-dependency. From my position of fiction writer I laughed and nodded in agreement so as not to appear too sentimental towards the material. I thought of my classmates as boring and responsible and generic, and reasoned that they couldn’t understand the characters’ interactions because they were only limitedly tolerant of anything eccentric—