Some of you may like my latest Image essay, which is about writing truth through fiction. Here’s an excerpt:
“Maybe we have to come at truth sideways, which if nothing else means saying it sideways, which is what I like about fiction, that you never have to worry about some literal-minded pharisee insisting that actually it happened at the dinner table and not the beach, or that it was a Thursday and not a Sunday, or that he doesn’t recall people really being that stricken the day Kennedy died.”
You can read the rest here.
