The end of the world
Like Dirk Gently I love the interconnectedness of all things, and especially love when the different things I am reading seem to connect with one another. Over the past week or so the audio version of Zeitoun by Dave Eggers kept me company on my travels. This non-fiction book tells the story of Abdulrahman Zeitoun, a resident of New Orleans who chose to stay in the city during Hurricane Katrina to look after his home and business. Six days after the storm hits he suddenly disappears and his wife, who has evacuated the city desperately works to piece together what happened. It’s a gripping and disturbing story, which I highly recommend. At the same time that I was listening to Zeitoun I was reading a short story anthology. At first glance a non-fiction book...
A rejection letter that brightened my day
Today, I received a rejection letter that actually lifted my spirits, and I am not saying that to be sarcastic. First off I was surprised at finding the envelope, with my former address written in my hand on the front, the yellow forwarding sticker in place to make sure that it reached me here in New Jersey. I was surprised because as far as I knew I didn’t have any submission out there that I was waiting to hear on. I opened up the envelope to find a form rejection letter with a hand-written note of apology. The rejection letter was for a short story I had submitted about a year ago, and had already written off as being rejected, even though I hadn’t heard back. I even wondered if I had done something really dopey like not putting a stamp on my return...






