Wipeout

Too tired to read, I pulped some fiction last night, The Captain Beefheart of mainline American cinema.

I'd been reading the new Richard Ford novel, "Let Me Be Frank With You, A Frank Bascombe Book," but lost interest on p. 64 when it became clear that Richard Ford is to the novel what Billy Collins is to the poem.

The way I look at fiction is that it's a way of holding the world where each story touches each story. By each story I mean each of our own stories. And that actual literature kicks that theory in the teeth, inasmuch as no one wants to read about their own life.