Time for a Rant

After my vacation, I had one day, one single day, when I was refreshed and energetic, and I did a boatload of work done, and it felt amazing. And then I started getting sick, and I got the surgery, and I was recovering from the surgery, and now I’m a wreck. I feel completely useless. There’s no energy, I have to take enormous breaks between short bursts of work. I hate this. One day. One single day of feeling energetic and productive is all I got out of my vacation. Drat.

It’s been a month since the surgery and I’m still completely useless. I did the revisions on my article, submitted, and got the final acceptance. I finished my new article and submitted. I did the taxes for my organization. I wrapped up the competition I’m running. I have 800 words of a new article. I’m almost done with the review I’m submitting next week. I’ve done 2 out of 3 syllabi for next semester. But all of this is happening against the background of me staring stupidly at the TV for hours.

I haven’t been able to leave a check for my RA. I haven’t sent a friend’s coat that I promised to send in two weeks ago. I can’t get myself together to buy a birthday gift for Klara’s friend. I have a load of laundry that hasn’t been folded for 8 days. I can’t even make up a label for a bunch of daycare wipes. I’m weeks behind on emails and even on text messages. And it’s all like this. I hate this, this stinks.

OK, rant over. I need to go rest.

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Cultural Divide

When the history of this terrible moment in American life is written,” “the indignity of wage labor,” “the atmosphere of ambient rage we’re all living in,” “I had a new apprehension of what it might be like to be young, idealistic, and at the mercy of nearly totalitarian economic forces,” “the most diverse generation of adults in history at a time of vicious right-wing backlash from older white people,” “as multicultural socialism reshapes our politics, it’s probably inevitable that it will also start to reshape our entertainment.”

These are some quotes from a single article in the New York Times. I feel like it’s author inhabits a different galaxy from me. I’m scared of these people. I think they are either dishonest or mentally unwell.

The First Crisis Novel

One of the speakers at the Bavarian symposium is the author of the first crisis novel I read. That novel made me think there was going to be a whole genre of crisis literature and that I needed to write a book about it.

I started working on the book before the genre actually appeared, which is why I published before anybody else did. And now I know that half a dozen people are writing books about it. But I’m the first one.

That first novel didn’t make it into my book. I started writing about it but then cut it all out. The book is of the ironically postmodern kind, and I just don’t like this kind of stuff. I can’t write on books I’m passionate about. And it doesn’t matter if I’m passionately liking or hating them. But I can’t be lukewarm about a book if I’m working on it.

Still, it’s very cool that the writer will be there.