Damn it, George. I’m tired of crying today. And it’s your fault I’m crying if you must know. I picked up Lincoln in the Bardo because I loved your short story collection, Tenth of December. Whether it was the dark commentary on human nature, the…
In about eight months, I’ll turn fifty. I didn’t think it bothered me all that much. Aging and the ascending number on the pull-down menus were just a nuisance more than anything else but this past year I’ve been noticing the ticking clock, the changing calendar.