I just read Don DeLillo's latest story in the latest issue of the New Yorker (which reminded me to do my taxes with such artistic flair and subtlety). And, well, the story is called "Still-Life" and its OK, but it's about Manhattanites and 9/11 and I feel guilty for thinking it is so dated...Though it did make me think about the way the day unfolded (e.g., 1 plane = accident, 2 planes = no accident).
I guess its the [historical, big picture-ass] defining moment of my lifetime (so far) and it was inevitable that DeLilo, whose fiction predicted such an "airborne toxic event", would ultimately weigh in. I was counting on it, in fact. So why did it feel so...anti-climactic...
My wedding won't be that way...Back to it...
I need to write more myself. Remember that you said that.
