Before I Write A Novel, Images Float

There Are Several Methods For Introducing Your Children To Driving, And All Of Them Are Bad. Probably The Worst Is To Put It Off.

The Only Siblings I Have Are Half-siblings. My Nuclear Family Would Have Been An Extra-suffocating Threesome. Instead, I Have An Interesting Brother And Sister, In-laws, And Darling Nephews.

In The Traditional Urban Novel, There Is Only Survival Or Not. The Suburban Idea, The Conformist Idea, That Agony Can Be Seen To And Cured By Doctors Or Psychoanalysis Or Self-knowledge Is Nowhere To Be Found In The City. Talking Is A Way Of Life, But It Is Not A Cure. Same With Religion.

I Readily Admit It Is Easy To Make Of Horses What We Will. Silent, In Some Ways Reserved, They Allow Us To Train Them, And To Project Our Ideas Upon Them; To Ride And Drive Them, And To Make Them Symbolic, Perhaps To A Greater Degree Than Any Other Species.

Sinclair Lewis May Be Ripe For A Revival; His Books Raise Several Interesting Issues Of Art And Fashion.