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Writer’s Desk: Things to Write in the New Year

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Nobody likes New Year’s resolutions, least of all writers. Setting out a list of things you need to do in the next twelve months can just feel like a list of things you will forget to do. We should never forget the unique joy that comes with not doing, per the great Douglas Adams:

I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.

Nevertheless, January is not a bad time for new thinking. The holidays are past. Work is back. The nights are long. There are too many new streaming shows to commit to. Maybe you’re dissatisfied with what you wrote last year. It’s worth thinking about trying something different.

To wit:

  • Poem. It can be (and, let’s be honest, almost certainly will be) a bad poem. But if you are not used to it, the form and the choices it forces you to make are excellent training. This can be like stretching for writers.
  • Autobiographical essay. Write five pages about something that happened in your childhood that you never told anybody about. It doesn’t need to be anything earth-shattering or more consequential than a memory of a favorite toy. Write it so that some aspect of your life can make sense to another person.
  • Joke. Standup comics riff on stage but they also painstakingly craft jokes beforehand. Write three jokes. Tell them to people. See what lands and what doesn’t. Revise.

Try none or all of these. The point is to do something that is unfamiliar. I spent the last many months in multiple nonfiction book projects. Once done with those, I will be trying to give fiction another shot. Most likely, it will never see the light of day. But then most of what we make never does.

The trying is the point. Keep trying.

Writer’s Desk: Do the Best You Can

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Print by Dave Eggers (McSweeney’s Store)

One of those leading lights of the bookish world, Dave Eggers can always be counted on say the true thing and to identify what matters about this art, business, and life of word making that some of us have committed ourselves to.

Eggers was interviewed by The Harvard Advocate back in 2000, before McSweeney’s really hit its stride and he was still considered an enfant terrible, one of those tongue-in-cheek Gen Xers who wouldn’t know sincerity if it was an ad that came on during The Real World. But in a voluminous reply, Eggers put his cursor on what really makes it all worthwhile:

What matters is that you do good work. What matters is that you produce things that are true and will stand. What matters is that the Flaming Lips’s new album is ravishing and I’ve listened to it a thousand times already, sometimes for days on end, and it enriches me and makes me want to save people. What matters is that it will stand forever, long after any narrow-hearted curmudgeons have forgotten their appearance on goddamn 90210. What matters is not the perception, nor the fashion, not who’s up and who’s down, but what someone has done and if they meant it. What matters is that you want to see and make and do, on as grand a scale as you want, regardless of what the tiny voices of tiny people say…

Make the best book, poem, screed, fan fiction that you can. And if somebody offers you a spot on a teen soap opera, by all means, take it.

The Best of 2025

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Worried about not having enough to do in the long cold weeks after New Year’s? You needn’t worry. Here are some best-of lists I wrote or contributed to about the best films and books that came over the transom in 2025:

Writer’s Desk: Be Honest, But Within Reason

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In the preface to his pointedly titled Unreliable Memoirs, critic Clive James laid out his approach to writing about oneself:

Most first novels are disguised autobiographies. This autobiography is a disguised novel. . . . So really the whole affair is a figment got up to sound like truth. All you can be sure of is one thing: careful as I have been to spare other people’s feelings, I have been even more careful not to spare my own. Up, that is, of course, to a point…

You want to be honest with the reader. That’s where the good stuff is. But at the same time, remember to hold things back. That’s where the artistry is. It’s a memoir, not therapy.

Writer’s Desk: Let Yourself Go

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Even though the late, great playwright and script doctor Tom Stoppard was known for dense, gorgeously ornate works that tangled with politics, philosophy, physics, and eternity, he did not go in for self-examination or navel-gazing.

Instead, he once told The Guardian, he preferred just letting himself rip on the page:

A writer ought to be the best possible source about their work, but the writing instinct doesn’t come out of self-examination. That part of yourself in your work is expressed willy-nilly, without your cooperation, motivation or collusion. You can’t help being what you write and writing what you are…

Writer’s Desk: Get a Cat

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Per one of the characters in Muriel Spark’s A Far Cry from Kensington, concentration correlates to having a cat around:

Alone with the cat in the room where you work, I explained, the cat will invariably get up on your desk and settle placidly under the desk-lamp.  The light from a lamp, I explained, gives a cat great satisfaction. The cat will settle down and be serene, with a serenity that passes all understanding. And the tranquility of the cat will gradually come to affect you, sitting there at your desk, so that all the excitable qualities that impede your concentration compose themselves and give your mind back the self-command it has lost. You need not watch the cat all the time. Its presence alone is enough. The effect of a cat on your concentration is remarkable, very mysterious…

Reader’s Corner: ‘Blank Space: A Cultural History of the 21st Century’

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I reviewed Blank Space, which is not a Taylor Swift song but the new “Cultural History of the 21st Century” from the insightful and ever-cranky W. David Marx (Status and Culture) for the Minnesota Star-Tribune:

The phrase “Time is a flat circle” often refers to how the manic post-pandemic news cycle makes comprehension of the recent past impossible. A similarly dazed bafflement is explored in W. David Marx’s lucid and entertaining —yet despairing — book about the new millennium’s flattening of culture…

Writer’s Desk: Building Your Book

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The books of Mark Z. Danielewski (House of Leaves, especially) are complex, dense, and thrillingly visual. He tells BOMB that his process is a lot like construction:

Writing is so much about laying down brick after brick, and yet you can’t just stack bricks, because then you’re making a tomb. There has to be this mortar, and that mortar, as we can see for ourselves, right now even, is the space between words…

Writer’s Desk: Coffee, Roaming, and TV

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Patti Smith on her morning writing routine:

I get up and if I feel out of sorts I’ll do some exercises. I’ll feed my cat, then I go get my coffee, take a notebook, and write for a couple of hours. Then I just roam around. I try to take long walks and things like that, but I just kill time until something good is on TV…

Good ideas come when walking. Or watching shows, preferably ones with detectives. Thinking of better ways you could have solved the crime might be self-flattery but it also gets ideas percolating.

Writer’s Desk: Get Yourself an Office

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Alain de Botton (The Consolations of Philosophy) had a problem, as many do, with insomnia and focus. So he decided to go to work at an office. It allowed him to escape:

 One of the most welcome aspects of office work is that you do not need to be fully yourself. It demands that those who participate in it behave “professionally”, which means that you are not asked to bring the entirety of your character to the fore…

As a result, he could bear down, put certain thoughts away, and get to writing:

It can be the greatest freedom, sometimes, to have to repress some of what you are. I sit quietly for hours. I’ll have a sandwich at the desk. I can’t sink into despair, scream or act all poetic: other people are watching. At the office, there’s a chance to edit yourself, thankfully. That’s why I go there…

Writer’s Desk: Try Sounding Like Somebody Else

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When Paul McCartney had trouble working through a song (hard to imagine, but yes it happened), he found simply invoking another songwriter helped limit the anxiety of production. Per American Songwriter:

It frees you up,’ he writes. In the end, though you put on the mask of another artist (in the case of this song it was Ray Charles), you’ll find it was your song all along: ‘The song takes on its own character.’

This way, if what you are writing doesn’t work out, it’s not on you but the writer you’re imitating. If it does, well, you can always thank them in the acknowledgements.

Writer’s Desk: Your Life is Literature

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In her classic graphic memoir Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic (the book which, more than any other, introduced the graphic novel into the literary canon), Alison Bechdel uses numerous literary references (Proust, Henry James, Greek mythology) and allusions when describing her upbringing and members of her family.

As Bechdel explains in the book, this was not a tactic for distancing or adding importance to mundane matters. Viewing her life through an artistic framework was just what came naturally:

I employ these allusions to James and Fitzgerald not only as descriptive devices, but because my parents are the most real to me in fictional terms…

Writer’s Desk: Lie Well

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When being interviewed by The Paris Review (as all the greats were, once upon a time), John Cheever was asked about how to be true to reality in fiction. His response:

It seems to me that falsehood is a critical element in fiction. Part of the thrill of being told a story is the chance of being hoodwinked or taken. Nabokov is a master at this. The telling of lies is a sort of sleight of hand that displays our deepest feelings about life…

Make things up. That is fiction. But you can, and should, base your fictions in truth.

Reader’s Corner: ‘Murderland’

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I reviewed Caroline Fraser’s new book Murderland: Crime and Bloodlist in the Time of Serial Killers for the Fall 2025 edition of Rain Taxi Review of Books:

We don’t live in a time when a single book can create a galvanizing moment, but if we did, Caroline Fraser’s Murderland could be a Silent Spring for serial killing. Ostensibly about the surge of lurid slayers who plagued the Pacific Northwest in the 1970s and ’80s, her narrative is also about the landscape that birthed them. In the award-winning Fraser’s hands, the region’s depressive atmospherics of gloomy rain-sodden forests and isolated company towns serve as backdrop to something even larger: the crime which gave rise to the crimes…

Writer’s Desk: Two Pages a Day

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S.E. Hinton was just eighteen years old when her first novel, The Outsiders, was published. Though in some ways a dream come true, having that kind of success so young proved daunting.

While in college, Hinton was hit with writer’s block. She thought she needed to produce another masterpiece, she told Writer’s Digest. “And I knew I didn’t have no masterpiece.”

The solution, Hinton said, was relatively simple:

My boyfriend, who is now my husband, was saying ‘I don’t care if you never get published again, but you’ve got to start writing again. Enough of this gloom and doom stuff.’ He said, ‘Write two pages a day. Nobody’s every dropped dead of two pages.’ And he’d come over to take me out, and if I hadn’t done my two pages we wouldn’t go out. So that was a great motivation for writing…

Eventually those two pages turned into her second novel, That Was Then, This is Now:

When I had a stack about the size of a book, I sent it off…