To use language as a scalpel, aiming to slice through the thick, resistant hide of mortality to see what churns beneath, is a fool’s errand. It is a violent, clumsy, and necessary trade. The endeavor to map human existence onto a flat, white page remains
"What I have most wanted to do throughout the past ten years is to make political writing into an art. My starting point is always a feeling of partisanship, a sense of injustice."