Don’t want to load you down with NYT links today, but I thought this essay in Sunday’s book review was necessary. Laura Miller writes on the dearth of serious fiction about what we do for a living, i.e., work. (Although, I must say, she takes the long way around getting there.) This is something I’ve noticed for a while — how often main characters are either married to money or inherited money or do something so vague for their money that we don’t even know what it is. And, face it, for most of us, work blots out the sun. You’d think, in this ambitious age, there’d be more of it in our fiction.
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Today in nn.c history.
- 2019: Baptism in blood.
- 2017: New post, in which I give up.
- 2016: Peeling and pulling.
- 2015: Weirdness here.
- 2012: Saturday afternoon market.
- 2011: Who are you?
- 2010: Who ARE these people?
- 2009: Pages.
- 2008: It's not you, it's me.
- 2006: Roar of the greasepaint.
- 2005: Switch.
- 2004: Mmmmm, pie.
- 2004: Slow train comin'.
- 2004: Who lives in Kenny's garage, under the shelves?
- 2003: Is there life after copy editing?
- 2003: Don't forget Frank Sinatra!
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