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Mercury souls are beings of constant developmental fluidity, never fitting a solid and thus stagnant form--unstable, dangerous, beautiful, ever evolving, and most importantly, One.

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Chuck!! I asked this already but no response, so hopefully tomorrow you'll answer... In Lullaby, what is the significance of the pieces of the models stuck in Carl's foot? I don't understand that part for the life of me, but it's still one of my favorite novels. You've changed my life, man. I wish I discovered your books sooner. Thank you for keeping me company on the worst of days.


Do you remember the film “My Own Private Idaho” specifically the odd insert shot of a ramshackle house being dropped from the sky and destroyed?    With the plastic model houses, I wanted to demonstrate that Streater had wrecked his own happy home.  He’d killed his family, and he was punishing himself with this symbolic torture. 

There’s an old writing trope:  “If you don’t know what comes next, describe the interior of the character’s mouth…”  It always adds something extra when you go on-the-body by describing a sensation that will evoke a sympathetic response in the reader.  The sole of a foot seems as sensitive as a mouth, so the Streater foot torture also acts to pulls the reader, physically, into the story.  Okay?  Okay.

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Dear Chuck, As a writer, I find it frustrating that you can only find 1984 and Animal Farm by George Orwell in most libraries. Rarely do you find novels Down and Out in Paris and London or his essays. I say that because, as I'm striving to get my own work done--aware that it may end up at someone's yard sale--there's always that unnecessary fear that I may not be remembered or limited to one book in the culture's memory. May I hear your thoughts on this?


Damn, once you’re dead you’re going to be a very pissed-off ghost.  I’d like to think Orwell is beyond ego-attachment to his backlist.  Me, personally, I’d rather be remembered for the moments of happiness I helped occur in the world.  Writing should be more like ‘play’ so please don’t weigh it down with lofty expectations about immortality.  Sorry to ramble, you asked.