And yes, you may emerge from all that writing slightly stiff from sitting, a few pounds heavier from all those brownies, or in the best shape of your life because you went running every two hours to work out your plot. But you will indeed emerge and, when it’s all over, the best person to reward you is you: That’s the hardest part. Go take a bath, buy yourself some flowers, make yourself a cake. You got this far. And soon you’ll need to start the rewrite.
Kaliane Bradley’s debut novel is a clever, funny yarn that breathes fresh air into time-travel novels, postcolonial narratives and romance stories alike.
As the founder and guitarist of new wave icon Blondie, Stein is not interested in romanticizing what once was. Instead, he searches for a deeper meaning in life’s minutiae, such “little things” as a collection of handwritten notes left in a fence on the corner of Houston and Bowery, the image of a wine glass shattering atop a speaker at a Wall Street bar, and a vision of a group of girls in their school uniforms walking along a dirt road in Europe. Stein claims of the latter that “the fleeting temporal image has maintained space in my head forever.”