It was the worst of times, it was the slightly less bad of times.
It was the age of Fauci, it was the age of Fox.
It was the epoch of distancing, it was the epoch of intimacy.
It was the season of binge watching, it was the season of inability to focus.
It was the spring of chaos, it was the winter of focusing on every sneeze and body ache.
We had everything before us, we had nothing before us.
We were all going direct to hopelessness, we were all going direct the other way — in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
I have a few recommendations, although I’d love to hear what you’re reading/watching these days.
- Currently reading Chuck Wendig’s Wanderers, which is about a pandemic. It is bringing me odd comfort.
- Finished The Bell Jar in early March and I had to double-check that because it feels like three years ago.
- Mangos are fresh and ripe these days.
In the middle of this all, I have had the honor of having a piece up at McSweeney’s. If you’re in the mood for a little giggle, you can read my piece or any of the other offerings written by brilliant and witty folks.
I wish you all the comfort as we try to find our OK in this new and hopefully temporary normal.