It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s an…essay!
Yeah, I’m tired of categories: birds, planes, essays, reportage, memoirs, literary journalism, blah blah blah. I did some journaling today and some thinking about what I wanna write. A few posts ago I quoted Joyce Carol Oates in The Best American Essays of the Century:
…the genre [essay] has evolved into a form closely akin to prose fiction and prose poetry, employing dialogue, dramatic scenes, withheld information, suspense.
Boom! There ya go.
Okay, it’s late and I’m feeling goofy. But the point is that I feel like I should have gotten in the “essay” line at school. More tomorrow – or Sunday.