The biggest challenge for me was trying to pull all those various threads back together again in a way that seemed more or less realistic and also satisfying.
Unlike other genres (think sonnet; think most film), [the novel] is a genre that doesn’t really know what it is and yet is committed to finding out, that is always trying to figure and break out of its own generic constraints.
It’s a laugh, but not so funny these days when an algorithm designed by an invisible hand can decide whether someone goes home or stays in jail. For the characters in my book, false narratives can be deadly.
Committal grew from a hybrid lineage of media.
I write about the things that keep me up at night.
As artists, we will never know the full extent to which our work has affected others. But I would ask this, if you could change just one person’s life, wouldn’t it be worth it? And if that person is just you, the artist, aren’t you worth it?
Sarah Selecky’s Radiant Shimmering Light is as nourishing as a cup of rooibos tea infused with elderflower essence
Does salvation-through-shopping actually work?
I found myself drawn to the idea of taking these big, comic book concepts and applying them to a quiet story about loss and the poison of nostalgia.
In a way that may be reminiscent of the loving spirit one would bring to a Dead show, Housley treats every character as an emotional being.