It wasn’t one of my New Year’s resolutions but I’m committed to blogging more. I did, however, resolve to read a story a day (on top of my other reading) and am two tales into Alan Heathcock’s Volt. Two passages I’ll share. After all, why not let a book recommend itself? They’re both from the second story, “Smoke.”
“I don’t know,” he said. “What’s better anyway, Vernon? To have the Devil in me, or to have it be me alone?”
Vernon crossed the room and crawled from the shimmering cavern…pushed on toward the light of day. He stepped out onto the ledge and into the heat, and it felt like leaving a theater after the matinee had shown a sad film, the glare of sunshine after the darkness far too real to suffer.
At left, meanwhile, Companhia Das Letras’s (Brazil) fantastic Mr. Peanut cover, incorporating the book’s mysterious murder/suicide and a Mobius band.
Finally, from Chapter 16, an essay of mine adapted from my commencement address to Harpeth Hall’s Class of 2011. It’s in praise of failure.