The theatre is where we go to remind ourselves that we are all dying together, and to live better for it.
“So I must begin again, when I only have months left to write it.”
“Let it become the thing that leads you through your days for years on end—just allowing that problem to live in front of you and to guide you.”
The dead, the disappeared, and the forgotten—these Iberian poems make clear—can never be safely put away.
Why is a good novel like a joke? Before you think too hard, relax: there’s no single punch line here. I’m simply drawing attention to what might be a fruitful comparison. Like a joke, a good novel ...