The rules of a more even world might call into question those of us who knew that we deserved better but could not match this knowledge with unambiguous demands.
Traumatized by dramatic, often violent change, American men become sleepwalkers precisely in order to flee the anxieties and responsibilities of life in democratic America.
[I]n Johnson’s whole protean oeuvre, more than any pair of books, Jesus’ Son and The Largesse of the Sea Maiden are like binary stars, locked in orbit, distinct but inseparable, each throwing its light upon the other.
I scrolled through photos of my neighborhood—live oak trees half-buried in churning brown water, white caps licking street signs, the coffee shop, the running trails, all submerged.