I want to start off by saying that I love Junot Diaz's work; he is one of my literary heroes. Plus, he curses like a whore-bag, and you can't go wrong with that. However, last night's event was somewhat disappointing.
(1) He didn't read any of his current work. Maybe the man doesn't read drafts, but if the book is going to be published in 2018, surely he has some bits he can share.
(2) He didn't read any of his old work. Seriously? WTF?
He has an incredibly sexy nerdy voice, though, and I thoroughly enjoyed that aspect of the talk. I give him props for having great energy and taking some interesting philosophical views on dreams and unity. He is an author, after all, but some of the questions the students were asking really required him to have a degree in psychology or something else.
It was odd. I guess I will keep enjoying his YouTube videos about his writing and theories on race and racism. He is amazingly intelligent, but I think the event needed a different focus. Even the students questioned some of his premises because they are students of color from historically exploited communities, and they are fed up.
In the end, my friend and I left early and went out for Chinese food. We drank some wine, and pussed out before midnight.
Anyway, enough waaaah. This morning I worked on my novel mid-migraine and a cup of coffee; here is the next section of The Harvest. I will work on it intermittently throughout the day, as I will be grading essays. It's a stay at home and clean day.
Cuddle someone soft today, or cuddle your writing. #Resist