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Sunday, October 02, 2022

Lit Caution

Don't make the mistake 
of a fiction novice with 
these books of yours. 

Serious reading is not 
all facts and docustuff. You 
came up hard in the scholarly 
halls of no-bullshit erudition 
maybe. 

Well these books are not 
like
those books. I don't say better 
and worse, I say important. Facts 

aren't, unless you live in a position 
to do something about the very facts 
you take in and revolve in wrack and 
ponder. Otherwise mission: trivial. Oh, 
good to know you suppose wrongly. 

Dig in to a feast now. Wised-up, clued
-in all through you've stumbled into a 
wider world of made-up ship that plumbs 
rumbling, bumbling, stumbling 99 yards 
through the crux-core ruin of one human 
condition none of us grow out of: crisis 
shock ego beef biscuit gravy, with shaved 
almonds in a braised mayo barbeque
vinaigrette,
herbed 

to within an nth. 

This shit 

is meant. On a level nonfiction only 
masturbates to in its hot fond wish 
and will
to real signification. You 

know this. 

The ancients knew this. 

It's why they used to crank down a god 
to save the day and pull out the ending 
they'd unwittingly written themselves 
into - hard to see why, given you write 
the thing first! Nobody backstage should 
be looking up mid-run of the play saying 
"holy shit!" "what do we do?" 

Fiction solves all those problems, and 
to keep it engaging, 
invents obstacles 
and crises that make 
nightmares look like 
lazy daydreams, by

comparison.  

Nonfiction? 
What can they do? 

If they're serious scrupulous, 
Jack Much. Fiction though? 

Can do it all from Jack Damn 
to Jack Nil plus Jack Whack 
and Jack Woo: The Kung Fu 
Gun Knight Hard Ops Soft 
Sell Charm Knacking Jill
-Jacker!

Really you don't have to know 
Jack One from Jack Next. Just 

plumb some deep shit in you, 
step two: suspect it may be 
universal? Step three: Aim Hard. 

From Deep.

The Act As-If.

Reality. 

Is one motherhypothectical. 
Accept the premise without 
a fight, and war and love 
accordingly, that's 

what fiction has way the hell 
over non-. 

Don't make the mistake 
of a fiction novice 
with these books 
of yours. 

Goes without saying you
say? Bears 
repeating, says I. 

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