“Bird,” he cried, “I come on behalf of the emperor. Your voice is all anyone speaks of.”
On interrogating fear and what bats can teach about human connection.
The author discusses her new book, Stag Dance.
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“Bird,” he cried, “I come on behalf of the emperor. Your voice is all anyone speaks of.”
She stops to look into her mother's face. It is smooth and blank as a stone. Nothing emerges; nothing shifts.
The author discusses her new book, Stag Dance.
I worried I had broken the chatbot by trauma-dumping, and no one, human or machine, had the capacity to console me completely.
They were no longer comrades, but post-conflict combatants. The war is over, he said, a phrase he would keep repeating throughout the day without emotion. It’s over.
There’s a difference between a critic and a fan, but the line between them is receding from view.
The authors of The Memoirs of Miss Chief Eagle Testickle on creation stories, narrating suppressed accounts, and exposing subjectivity.
