The caliber of umbrage it rouses in me cannot be contained by my usual disparagements.
by Anne Stameshkin
I’m thrilled to announce that Colson Whitehead has joined our discussion review. Well, OK, not quite…but he did pen a rib-tickling pastiche of How Fiction Works—“Wow, Fiction Works!”— in Harper’s (digested-read style). Fellow Wood readers (and really anyone), enjoy. Here’s a taste: Of the “perfect” sentence The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog, Whitehead-as-Wood writes: The provenance of the sentence is not the issue; its terse, fierce beauty most assuredly is. Who is this brown fox, and how did he get so fast? To what can we attribute the lethargy of the canine—is it some onerous matter of […]
