For Ridding Oneself Of Faith

For Me, George Saunders Novel [lincoln In The Bardo] Is About A Problem Of Pain.

The Novel Leads You Places That You Never Could Have Gotten To Otherwise.

The Lady Was Old, The Lady Was Ill. It Didn't Matter What The Lady Believed.

What Interests Me In [lincoln In The Bardo] Is A Slight Perverse Balance Between The Sublime And The Grotesque. Like You Could Have Landed Only On The Sublime. But My Argument Is That The Sublime Couldn't Exist Without This Other Half.

All My Books Are Made Up Of Other Books. They're All Deeply Structured On Other Fiction, Because I Was A Student In Fiction And I Didn't Have Much Actual Living To Draw On. I Suspect A Lot Of Other People's Novels Are Like That, Too, Though They Might Be Slower To Talk About It.