THAT IDEAL READER IS ME: An Interview with Andrew Weatherhead
You wouldn’t go back in time, but you would stay forever in the present moment. At least that’s how the dream went.
You wouldn’t go back in time, but you would stay forever in the present moment. At least that’s how the dream went.
Christina was the John Swartzwelder and Kurt Vonnegut of this book – all of the funniest scenes and lines with the best comedic timing are hers.
This film is a Freudian’s dream. The way Cheryl constantly offers him milk isn’t exactly subtle.
At its essence, this story is about existential amnesia. What do we need to remember? What do we want to remember? And what’s the difference between them?
No matter how much paper we push around in this life, or the next, or inside the crumbling filing systems of our own minds, the termites are coming for us all.
In retrospect, it’s obvious to me that I’m writing about my desire to feel a part of something greater than myself. I know that’s an impossibility, however.
All-American Murder isn’t bad, but it’s almost an extraterrestrial product, a movie made for humans by something that has no relationship to the physical universe.
If the Jury Room is supposed to be some kind of hell, we should all be so lucky to wind up in a hell like this.
Everyone believes there’s something more out there. And if we were just braver, had more time/money/whatever, we’d Don Quixote it up.
Where neighbors handed warm zucchini bread over fences, a 10-year-old drove me around a farm in a rusty truck, and I most likely met a serial killer.