Yeah — my book. I looked at Best American Essays 1999 in my classroom, in a box near the printer, last evening and thought that I don’t really want to be published in a book like that. I don’t want to be praised for a performance — a one-off essay feels like a performance. I prefer book-length format for myself, for my work, I think, to let my voice come across, my sensibility. I don’t really want to convince people of any idea. If anything, I’d like to show the fun of the creative mindset. But, I don’t know. I could be fun, but not relentlessly so. Whatever man — don’t fret this.
[From journal of Thurs., 17 Nov. 2016, Journal 239, pages 233]
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