Craft Notes: Dialogue

Paul West asserts that dialogue in fiction is for the eye, a way of offering the reader a bit of a rest now and then, and little more. I've been accused eschewing dialogue in my own work. But such readers might want to reconsider: could be all my work is composed of a dialogue, with…

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Thoughts …

Nude Garbo recumbent behind the mosquito netting, our blue angel takes a drag and reassures herself with a clinical palpation. She dreams of the ideal stiletto, the kind only certain women can pull off.

Thoughts …

Graffiti on the underpass wall implored us to do something awful to the Pope with planet-cracking nova bombs. I might have appended a Henny Youngmanesque “please,” because surely the author intended this muddy echo of the William Burroughs word hoard as a kind of one liner. Must I tell you Jean-Paul II blitzed the countryside…

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What did Vlad the Impaler say about the word "reality?" That it should always appear in quotation marks? Burke pulled a Miller Lite from the fridge and thought, "Add 'realism,' 'representational,' 'ripped from today's headlines,' 'lifelike,' et cetera, et cetera, et cetera." He walked over to the turntable and dropped the needle on "Partytime" by…

Thoughts …

We became our own time machines. Then, when we grew weary living out our various pasts, we bent our swords into now-shares. We set aside our pleasant albeit useless dreams, and shaped our labor to destroy nostalgia. Still, every now and then, we send each other roses.