![]() ![]() I dug Ursula K Le Guin’s Earthsea novels, but couldn’t hack The Lathe of Heaven at 11 years of age. ![]() ![]() Novels could be oddball, form-wise, and also have a big body count. (I previously wanted to write Spider-Man.) I liked the chronological jumps, the inserts of news reports, interviews and scholarly texts. The book that made me want to be a writerĪlso in seventh grade, I read Stephen King’s Carrie and thought novels might be where it’s at. In seventh grade English class we read the first chapter of Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man and I thought: here’s a Black weirdo who writes maybe there’s room for a Black weirdo like me. Systems, rebel forces, counter-histories, a little bit of hope – that you could cram so much of the world from page to page was exhilarating to discover. I was 19 when I underwent my big Pynchon summer and dived into Gravity’s Rainbow. ![]()
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