The Best Year of My Life

I’ve had a fucked-up thought lodged in my head: This is the best year of my life. It didn’t fade with the lockdown or the onslaught of daily tragedy delivered via news, email, phone, and text. If anything, the worse it got out there, the better it became in here. I’ve tried to beat back the feeling, reasonContinue reading “The Best Year of My Life”


I don’t remember much about when I first read Don DeLillo’s Underworld. At dinner the other day my friend Frank, who was my roommate back then, said I read it just before reading James Ellroy’s The Cold Six Thousand. That puts it sometime in 2001. While rereading Underworld these past couple months I thought it was earlier. The book came outContinue reading “Underworld”