I believe that the comments I’ve read on pieces of my writing have been, to one extent or another, earnest attempts to be a part of a conversation. But one of the facts of online life is that people are sometimes more forceful in their pronouncements, say, than they might be in a face-to-face interaction. Anonymity doesn’t really breed decorum, because there are little to no repercussions for hyperbole and rudeness.
People should never say things in comments that they wouldn’t say to someone’s face. At least, that’s my policy.
A person is created by the audience. Your relationship with the audience — there’s a perception of you based on your work. You really don’t have a lot to do with. This social media persona that people want to make more devilish than it really is — I just have to deal with it. I have to stay an authentic person.
After reading this interview, I’m pretty convinced that the “social media persona” isn’t too far off from the man that Bret Easton Ellis really is.
The tiny little one had once been inside a case, to be worn as a charm or attached to a set of keys. It makes sense that people would find meaning in an unreadable book this way, Theisen muses — more like a cross than a book, a little piece of your faith to always have by your side (this was, after all, long before the age of Bible apps).
Salvation comes in all sizes.
What Lit Hum addresses in a semester, “Love, Dishonor, Marry, Die, Cherish, Perish” covers in 114 pages of (mostly) anapestic tetrameter. And although Rakoff’s novel uses the same meter as “’Twas the Night Before Christmas,” its subject matter is much heavier.
I think I might have trouble taking Rakoff’s novel seriously when the meter puts me in mind of sugarplums and reindeer.
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