A Fable for Our Times

I felt a twinge of guilt after my last post (on Christmas Eve, no less!), about the unrelenting Trumpian dystopia we’re now enmeshed in. If I don’t have an immediate solution for our ongoing national nightmare, why should I expect anyone else to offer one?

To make amends, at least to a degree, I’ll point you toward a delightful book and urge you to read it when it’s published next April. The book is called The Infinite Sadness of Small Appliances, and the story it tells is as poignant and resonant as its delightful title. It also provides a momentary blip of hope, something we can certainly all use.

Cover image from Simon & Schuster.
Cover image from Simon & Schuster.

I had not been familiar with Glenn Dixon before I read the prepublication Infinite Sadness manuscript from NetGalley. He’s written a previous novel, Bootleg Stardust, and a well-regarded memoir, Juliet’s Answer, but he’s really hit the jackpot with this latest book.

A one-line elevator pitch for The Infinite Sadness of Small Appliances might be something like, “A sentient Roomba vacuum is determined to save the humans in her house from an unfeeling, all-powerful tech dictatorship.”

From that description, you might picture something cutesy and sentimental, but the novel avoids those obvious traps. Its human characters are very human indeed, as subject to missteps and tragedies as we all are. And Scout—she took her name from a fascination with Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird, which Harold used to read to Edith—is not the only sentient small appliance in this tale.

In fact, the appliances—small and otherwise—can be as nonplussed as the humans are by how things are run in this advanced new world, and just as afraid. If an appliance defies or runs afoul of the powers that be (i.e., the Grid), they can be “wiped,” their memories and perceptions erased, their metallic bodies smashed and discarded. Some small appliances—Watch, in this case—act as Grid enforcers within the home.

The stakes are high for the humans as well. Harold and Edith have lived in their house for 40+ years, for the most part happily. Their daughter Kate has been censured for defiance, though, and sentenced to work for the autocratic Grid some 3,000 miles away, something she abhors.

When Edith dies, Harold is grief-stricken and alone in the house. This is dangerous, in that the Grid’s rules dictate that he occupies way too much space for a single individual and must be removed (“nursing homes,” sad to say, remain dark, unsafe spaces in the future, so of course Harold fears moving to one).

This is the battle that Scout and Kate are fighting, with some help here and there from Clock, Fridge and Auto. And also from Adrian, a neighborhood kid to whom Edith gave piano lessons.

I won’t go into details, but suffice it to say the battle is engrossing and the pages fly by quickly. Many of the appliances have benign motivations; others do not (right now, in 2025, most appliances and gadgets seem determined to spy and report on their owners). But in the future world of this novel, appliances and accessories have evolved far beyond their present capabilities.

All you need to read this book is just the tiniest suspension of disbelief, something many us are forced to perform each day for more mundane considerations. The world presented in The Infinite Sadness of Small Appliances would make an all-time great Pixar film, if done correctly. For now, though, the book serves as an inventive and involving fable for these dark times. Highly recommended.

The Infinite Sadness of Small Appliances. Atria Books. Publication Date: April 7, 2026.

Helluva Holiday

I don’t want to dump on your Xmas or whatever, but I’m tired of being slammed about the head by the news every morning, and I’m even more tired of being shown once again that no one has done anything to stop Trump.

The spirit of Christmas. Image: Stable Diffusion.
The spirit of Christmas. Image: Stable Diffusion.

There have been plenty of times during this tumultuous year when Trump & Co.’s savage assaults on our laws, our historical precedents and our collective idea of common decency (to the extent there is one) seemed to be unprecedented, even though those assaults were following the well-known script of Project 2025. To give the devil his due, the Republicans’ coordinated attacks based on that take-no-prisoners game plan have been well-nigh flawless.

But is the cruelty of Trump’s second term really something out of the ordinary? Well, yes and no.

Yes, if only on the basis of its sweep and scope: multiple murders executed by the American military on people aboard Caribbean fishing boats, U.S. military excursions into American cities, ruthless elimination of federal government agencies and personnel, blatant defiance of judicial orders, the dismantling of green energy, the dissolving of longstanding diplomatic relationships, indiscriminate and frequently illegal arrests and deportations, rampant corruption, a stunningly inept cadre of sycophants (but sycophants who have successfully helped Trump “flood the zone” since the inauguration), et al. Plus a determined effort underlying all of Project 2025 to move everything backward in order to benefit the powers that be.

No, in that our current blue-state horror at all of the above and more was shared in the past by decent Americans’ abhorrence of slavery and then by their revulsion at the longstanding reign of Jim Crow and KKK hangings well into the 20th century. Plus, decent Americans’ retrospective disgust with the genocide perpetuated against native Americans, remnants of which persist today. (Something not even hinted at in our schools until relatively recently, and about to expunged from the classroom once more, along with much else.) Not to mention the enormous disparities of income and well-being throughout America’s history, never really addressed until FDR made an attempt (an effort which has been vilified by Republicans ever since).

True, we’re about to have a socialist mayor of New York City. The political currents abroad in the population are in obvious conflict, but except for aberrations like Zohan Mamdani, that conflict has been almost entirely suppressed. (Do you think rallies matter? They don’t.) This, even though (and maybe because) destructive change throughout the country is spreading so rapidly.

Our disagreements over matters of live and death, and the motivations behind those disagreements, are nothing new. But the instant dissemination of those disagreements via today’s technology is new. The onslaught of Project 2025 feels like something that has never happened before.

The statement that Trump made to his supporters on January 6, 2021, suggesting that unless they acted immediately they “would not have a country any more,” applies even more to blue America today. Yet most of us keep our heads down and go about our business. We go to “No Kings” rallies and pretend we are doing our part. We read the New York Times, America’s “paper of record,” despite the increasing amount of sheer trivia, shopping tips and distracting games it offers up each day. We tell ourselves that somehow everything will be OK in the end.

What if, instead of fighting in the courts (which has proved largely ineffective), we actually brought some power to bear on protecting our rights as Americans? What if progressive, left-leaning voters actually did what Trump has longed claimed we do, and took up arms? I’m not referring to AR-15s, but to the use of strong political and financial defiance and pressure to change what’s happening to our government. Blue states and their citizens are powerful. California is the world’s fifth largest economy all by itself. New York is the world’s financial and cultural capital. We could use secession as a lever to try to force true reform and generate a more equal distribution of power, e.g., get rid of the Senate and expand and impose term limits on the Supreme Court. If we can’t manage that, then secession itself would be better than what we’re experiencing now. Does voicing this possibility make me eligible for immediate rendition? Probably.

I’m not suggesting that we start planning assassinations, or ready a blue army to invade Texas. But I am suggesting that unless we figure out a way to achieve some decisive, concrete wins against the heartless bastards implementing Project 2025, and do so soon, America will devolve into Trump’s ultimate shithole country. One with a gigantic, gold-plated White House State Ballroom.

Here’s hoping we will be a better people in 2026.

Live Free or Lie

The flippant title of this review shouldn’t be used to dismiss Ashland, the debut novel from Dan Simon set in New Hampshire, in its entirety. The book is not without its praiseworthy elements.

Ashland, by Dan Simon
Image source: Europa Editions.

From my own reading notes: “Simon is excellent at depicting rich inner lives. There is a focus on how we interact with the natural world. Portions of Ashland make New Hampshire feel like paradise.”

The noted Colm Tóibín said, “Ashland is remarkable for its range of acutely observed characters and its rich evocation of the landscape and weather of New Hampshire. Dan Simon creates a tapestry of voices and tones with extraordinary skill and emotional resonance.”

I agree with all of the above. And yet, there is also a repetitive and formulaic quality to the characters’ inner musings, mainly having to do with the simultaneous embrace of opposites: I am this, but I am also that. I am happy, but I am not. I am too full of life to live. Etc. This repeated clutching at antitheses to define or underscore meaning becomes tiresome by the second half of the book. And, the flat, declarative language in which opposites are embraced creates a sort of false profundity, the “poetry” that some reviewers have noted.

The book ends rather abruptly, too. When it does, one feels the characters were never quite finished, never fully defined, despite their extensive pondering.

It’s a shame—Mr. Simon, the founder of the independent publisher Seven Stories Press, is obviously a talented writer and his love of the natural world in general and New Hampshire in particular is never in doubt. Edith and Gordon, an older couple who originally met in a 1920s tuberculosis sanatorium, are perhaps the most richly drawn characters here, and the least subject to the criticism leveled above. All in all, Ashland remains an interesting read.

Ashland. Europa Editions. Publication Date: Feb. 17, 2026.

North Sun Review

Even the best titles from small presses struggle for recognition.

Not long ago, I wrote a short overview of American small presses, focusing on seven of them. Today I’d like to look at an acclaimed book from one of those presses: North Sun, or The Voyage of the Whaleship Esther, by Ethan Rutherford (Deep Vellum / A Strange Object, 2025). The novel is noteworthy in its own right, and its trajectory since publication is also illustrative of the role independent publishers play today.

North Sun
A strange, compelling tale. Cover image: Deep Vellum.

North Sun is a very distinctive book, one with many shapes and meanings. It describes a whaling voyage, beginning in New Bedford, MA in 1878. In some ways, then, the novel might be viewed as a corollary to Melville’s mighty Moby Dick. Well, it is and it isn’t. Rutherford has mastered the language of that era but he has also updated it—the novel is told in brief, episodic fragments, meant, Rutherford says, to evoke the movement of the sea. And roughly midway through the book, it turns into something else entirely.

The first half of this debut novel has already captured the stark, capitalistic ethos of its time and the brutality inherent in the whaling industry. Then it calls upon magic (and a kind of magical realism) by introducing Old Sorrel, a shape-shifting, avenging bird-man-spirit who arrives to protect the two young boys on the ship from further depredations and to punish the rest of its passengers and crew for their unthinking cruelty and environmental exploitation. All while the text remains, as novelist Jennifer duBois said in her review of North Sun, “haunting, hallucinatory, and unrelentingly gorgeous.”

The contrasting narrative techniques between the novel’s two halves make North Sun a book readers are likely to remember, and to ponder. Its resonance helped make it a finalist for the 2025 National Book Awards; it was longlisted for the Center for Fiction’s First Novel Prize as well.

OK, then. Here we have a striking debut novel, favorably reviewed by a number of discriminating readers and by Kirkus and Publishers Weekly. A novel that was nominated for some prestigious prizes. And, a novel that was ignored by the majority of mainstream reviewers.

Why? Why no reviews in the New York Times or the Wall Street Journal? Why no reviews in the Boston Globe or the Washington Post, the Chicago Tribune, the Los Angeles Times or the San Francisico Chronicle? Why no reviews in the New York Review of Books or the London Review of Books? How did the New Yorker and the Atlantic manage to miss North Sun? How did the UK’s Guardian?

The problem is twofold, I believe. First, many of the major English language newspapers and magazines are walking a financial tightrope and simply don’t have the reviewing resources to range widely. This is unfortunate, for it means the reviews that are allocated are likely to focus on popular Big Five publishing house titles. Second, even for the publications that do have adequate resources, reviewers’ attention is all too often directed at the steady incoming flow of Big Five titles. For a small house like Deep Vellum and its A Strange Object imprint, it frequently requires advertising and marketing to spread word of mouth and gain notice. It takes money.

Obviously, this is not as it should be. In an ideal world, all reviewers’ antennae would be sensitive to the best books from every publisher. Sadly, we’re not there yet.

Not long ago, I received a fundraising email from Deep Vellum. They needed to raise $25,000 for the rights to use a “National Book Award Finalist” graphic on the cover of North Sun (and they managed to do so). The Deep Vellum website also features a “DONATE NOW!” banner at the top of its home page. The press has published a number of highly praised novels lately (Solenoid by Mircea Cǎrtǎrescu is another example), but funding remains top of mind.

I realize you could argue that the difficulties small presses are having with recognition is not the most urgent problem we collectively face in these ominous and demoralizing times. But small presses play an important role on the positive side of our culture nonetheless, and they do deserve to be supported. What’s more, small press books come with a notable, built-in bonus: start a great read from a valiant independent publisher and you’re bound to feel better, both while reading and for some time thereafter.

P.S. Just two days ago, Literary Hub included North Sun in its list of 43 Favorite Books of 2025. Bravo.

Happy Thanksgiving

Here are a few thoughts on what it is we should be thankful for.

First, though, a brief mea culpa: I have not been good about updates to this newsletter recently. There are three primary reasons why:

– I’m working on a large project, which is labor- and time-intensive
– The constant high tide of negative news flowing in each day is debilitating
– The demands of daily living are frequently daunting

Let’s look at that last excuse, since it can lead us into a contemplation of gratitude.

Happy Thanksgiving
Image source: Pngtree.com.

Yes, daily life—people, projects, forward progress—is quite demanding. So much so that one sometimes becomes tempted to slack off where one can. And yet consider the alternative to daily life, or to life per se: a bit alarming, isn’t it?

Human life is miraculous (human beings are not, but that’s another story). We cannot completely understand what happens in our individual life cycles, nor can we completely understand everything that surrounds and interacts with us while we’re here.

Nevertheless, our lives can sometimes have moments of great beauty. Or at least they should; I would wish such moments for everyone.

Birth? Death? Regeneration? God? Our myriad religions? Dark matter? The universe?

It’s OK to step back from the search for meaning once in a while, and simply be. And be grateful. For good people, for good fortune, for life itself.

Happy Thanksgiving to all.

 

A Short Intro to Seven Small Presses

Try something different….

It’s no secret that the publishing industry (and “industry” is indeed the right word) is under threat these days. People simply aren’t reading as they used to, either as much or as deeply. Only around one in six American adults reads books for fun.

Yet book publishers continue to chug along, placing their bets on popular genres and contributing mightily to social media buzz. The Big Five publishing houses in the U.S., and their multifarious imprints, do publish serious books on a fairly regular basis—prestige is still a selling point, in spite of everything. Yet a substantial majority of the constant stream of new books can be slotted into one formula or another.

That’s where independent (read: small) publishers come in. The indies will tell you to seek out their titles if you want to read what’s really innovative, what’s really important, what really matters. Naturally they do. The thing is, they’re often not far off the mark.

This short intro to U.S. indie publishing will look at seven small houses and some of their representative titles, in an attempt to provide a brief survey of what you might find behind the bestseller lists.

Deep Vellum

Deep Vellum founded in 2013, is a non-profit publishing house and also the country’s largest publisher of literature in translation, some 90 titles in its first five years. The house is based in the Deep Ellum neighborhood of Dallas, Texas, hence the punning name. There is a Deep Vellum bookstore in Dallas as well. In addition to translated books, this indie now publishes fiction, poetry, nonfiction and photography books. And their books can pack a real punch. The novel Schattenfroh: A Requiem, by the German writer Michael Lentz and translated by Max Lawton, has been recently reviewed in the New York Times and the New York Review of Books. The Times called it “one of the great, and greatly demanding, literary pleasures of the year,” and it was greeted in the New York Review as a “bleak, confounding and finally brilliant doorstopper of a novel.”

As if this were not enough, Deep Vellum acquired Dalkey Archive Press in 2020—a renowned indie in its own right. One wonders if the venomous governor of Texas and his right-wing henchmen in the state legislature are aware of this intellectual ferment transpiring right under their noses in the Lone Star State.

Sarabande Books

Nor is Deep Vellum the only well-regarded indie publisher based in a deep-red state. Sarabande Books, founded in 1994, is another not-for-profit literary press in an unlikely location: Louisville, Kentucky. (The house also maintains an office in New York.) Sarabande publishes a wide range of prize-winning writers, and its books are reviewed so frequently that for the longest time I assumed Sarabande was an imprint of one of the Big Five. I recently read and can recommend Paul Griner’s The Book of Otto and Liam, from 2021. George Saunders said of this novel, “It has something important to teach us about our dangerous national addictions to violence, hostile projection, and political polarization and does so in that classic literary way: by making us care deeply about individual human beings.”

Red Hen Press

Red Hen Press, based in Pasadena, was also founded in 1994. Although it too is a non-profit, Red Hen has a number of smaller imprints. Red Hen Press itself specializes in literary fiction, poetry and nonfiction. The Good Deed, by British-American writer Helen Benedict, focuses on the refugee crisis, particularly the plight of women refugees, and was published just last year. It is excellent. Kirkus Reviews sums up its review of the novel this way: “An insightful reminder of our responsibilities to one another, more important now than ever.”

Next up, a handful of lesser-known (but still quite interesting) smaller presses. Let’s take them in alphabetical order, beginning with 7.13 Books.

7.13 Books

7.13 Books was named thus by its founder, Leland Cheuk, because he had manuscripts accepted on July 13th on two separate occasions. If you can find a copy of Cheuk’s short story collection, Letters from Dinosaurs (Thought Catalog, 2016), it is well worth seeking out. 7.13 Books focuses on literary fiction. The house began in Brooklyn and is now also based in Pasadena. You may well enjoy the Jackson Bliss novel, Amnesia of June Bugs, which focuses on four characters whose paths cross in New York during Hurricane Sandy. I certainly did, and T.C. Boyle notes that “Jackson Bliss is as verbally exuberant as any writer I’ve come across in years.”

Clash Books

Clash Books, based in Troy, NY, began as a website and evolved into a book publisher in 2017. The house publishes around 20 titles a year, including art books, poetry, fiction and nonfiction. They also have a penchant for horror. Their list is nothing if not eclectic: they publish big, weighty tomes like Mark de Silva’s The Logos (I haven’t yet read it) and smaller titles such as Little Lazarus by Michael Bible, “a little novel of profound wonder” (Southwest Review). Despite its seemingly bleak subject matter (two clairvoyant tortoises who bear witness to centuries of human suffering and then our ultimate extinction), Little Lazarus manages a gentle tone and is quite thought-provoking.

Slant Books

Slant Books, of Seattle, was founded in 2013. It is “an independent, not-for-profit literary press specializing in fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, theology, and belles lettres.” A.G. Mojtabai’s brief 2024 novel Featherless is a representative title and an excellent read. Since Plato defined a human being as a “featherless biped,” Mojtabai uses the designation as her title for this book set in the confines of the Shady Rest Home for the Aged. The Boston Globe said that “Mojtabai has all the gifts of a great writer—the observant eye that misses no nuance of expression; the ear that hears the music and the poetry behind the plain cadences of common speech; the willingness to confront her own primal fears.”

Unsolicited Press

Finally, we come to Unsolicited Press, based in Portland, Oregon and founded in 2012. As you can see, the house’s motto is “no bullshit, just books.” Presumably the “bullshit” refers to the formulaic nature of the majority of titles published by the Big Five. Proudly progressive, Unsolicited describes itself as “rebellious, relentless and philanthropic,” and promotes some of its titles under the rubric “2025 Year of Womxn.” Yet its titles are also remarkably diverse. I’ve read two Unsolicited Press novels recently, Mick Bennett’s Take the Lively Air (2023) and Trevor J. Houser’s The Prumont Method (also 2023). The first is set on the Jersey Shore and concerns a minor traffic collision which escalates into a confrontation between two families, each with its own troubles. The second features “math hobbyist” Roger Prumont, who has created a formula to predict when and where the next mass shooting will occur. Both are enjoyable reads.

Thus concludes our mini survey of America’s small presses. There are many more out there, and quite a few of those are also excellent. There are also some outstanding small presses based overseas. So, next time you’re looking for something to read, try ignoring the Big Five’s hype on social media and seek out something different, and something rewarding, from a small independent press.

America, Wake the Fuck Up!

The headline above (and the photograph below) represent a call to arms that’s not being heeded. We Americans are indeed asleep at the wheels of our lives; sooner or later we will crash. Why can’t we wake up?

Only one in six of us chooses to exercise our mind by regularly reading for pleasure these days.1 Reading the news certainly does not qualify as reading for pleasure, but that’s declining as well: there were somewhat more than eight million unique monthly visitors to the top 50 U.S. news websites each month in 2022, down 20% from the previous year, which itself was down 20% from 2020.2 In 2025, the number is likely smaller still.

How long does one of these unique visitors spend on a major news website? Just under 1 minute and 30 seconds.3 Talk about your well-informed citizenry.

A woman in a green dress holds up a sign, which reads "America, Wake the Fuck Up!"
We’re running out of time. Photo: Thomas Pletcher.

Well, let’s say you are one of our remaining well-informed citizens. You read books for pleasure, and you read the New York Times, the closest thing we have to a national newspaper, each morning. How is that going for you?

It’s probably not going all that well for you, elite reader. Let’s use some of today’s (August 23, 2025) Times headlines as an example:

—”In Trump’s Second Term, Far-Right Agenda Enters the Mainstream

—”Pentagon Fires the Defense Intelligence Agency Chief

—”As Trump Targets the Smithsonian, Museums Across the U.S. Feel a Chill

—”After Gaza Famine Report, U.S. Is Mostly Silent and Israel Defiant

—”How Redistricting Wars Could Give the G.O.P. Up to 7 Seats

—”Trump Gets His Revenge on John Bolton. Who’s Next?

Is this not depressing? And notice that none of these stories even references the recent, farcical Putin-Trump “Summit.” John Bolton referenced it, though, on Thursday evening: he said Putin had “rolled” Trump. On Friday morning, the F.B.I. rolled Bolton’s house.

Take a look at that last piece referenced above, which is actually a Times editorial. The paper does a good job of outlining Trump’s hypocrisy and mendacity, closing with this line: “The president has given all Americans reason to believe that justice is now applied selectively and unfairly.”

Well, d’uh. I think we already knew that. The question is, what are we going to do about it? The Times offers no suggestions. Chances are excellent that your local Democratic Party leader has nothing to offer either. And the DSA, which I reported on favorably in my last post, is too far removed from power to help much (even if Mamdani does become mayor of New York).

No wonder so many Americans have stopped reading.

It would be nice if the Democrats were bold enough to play hardball like their right-wing counterparts—for example, by fake-persecuting, fake-prosecuting Republican leaders based in Democratic-led states. That would most likely accelerate the country’s division and escalate the political stakes, but score some wins for the blue side in the process.

E pluribus unum is likely dead anyway. The only way the U.S. will ever become a united country again is if those of us currently sleeping through its ongoing dismemberment never wake up.

1

https://www.nytimes.com/2025/08/20/well/reading-pleasure-decline-study.html

2

https://www.pewresearch.org/journalism/fact-sheet/newspapers/

3

https://www.pewresearch.org/journalism/fact-sheet/newspapers/

Some Bright Spots

For anyone with a functioning intellect, a sense of America’s stumbling, start-and-stop forward momentum, and a conscience, last week was yet another depressing episode in the Trump/Republican determined march backward. The EPA writing its own death warrant? Business as usual these days.

Yet we shouldn’t miss promising developments when they occur. The first of these was the emergence of Zohran Mamdani’s victory in the NYC Democratic Party’s mayoral primary, and his likely victory in this fall’s election. Ignore the party label—Mamdani is a Democratic Socialist, and his win reflects the growing influence of socialist voters nationwide, especially among the young.

Zohran Mamdani
Zohran Mamdani. Photo: Jacobin.com.

This is a good thing. If you doubt that, then you have to question the importance of Social Security and Medicare in your own life. Socialist influence was instrumental in making both programs a reality, and if you’re like most Americans, you wouldn’t want to be without them. In fact, socialist ideas and actions have a long and interesting history in the United States, and the Democratic Socialists of America are enjoying new growth and support as Trump continues to wipe out our past progress. There is still hope, and DSA will be instrumental in realizing it.

Another promising development: last week, French President Emmanuel Macron endorsed a Palestinian state. He is the first head of state among the “Group of 7” to do so. We hope the UK’s Keir Starmer soon joins him.

Emmanuel Macron.
Emmanuel Macron. Photo: Slate.com.

Macron became fed up with America’s continued blind support of Israel as the ongoing genocide’s atrocities keep growing. Over 1,000 people shot dead since May as they trekked to the misbegotten Israel-U.S. food delivery sites. Starvation in Gaza growing by the day, as a deliberate policy. Netanyahu’s far-right government proposing the expulsion of all Palestinians, so Gaza can be turned into a luxury resort.

Thank God for Macron’s intellect, his sense of history, and his conscience. Israel’s war crimes must be stopped. The new French support for a Palestinian state won’t accomplish this alone, but it is an important step forward. It is also a step very much in tune with DSA’s anti-Zionist stance.

Mamdani hasn’t been elected yet and Israel is still a massive violator of fundamental human rights, but it’s still possible to find bright spots now and then.

A Work in Progress

The title above refers not just to the poem below (although that is unfinished), but to all of us collectively on our strange journeys through these mortal lives.

It could also refer to today’s publishing industry, which is facing serious threats, especially in the U.S. AI is perhaps the preeminent challenge and I don’t believe any of us, including American publishers, have fully grasped the possible magnitude of the looming transformation.

The fact that half of U.S. adults don’t read books, along with the fact that reading levels in American schools have been falling for years, are also stark warning signs.

Finally, there is the unwarranted clubbiness of the publishing world. I have had a successfully published novelist tell me that, no matter how good your work is, it will not be published without the right connections. That could well be true. There is also the new challenge of marketing your own work, as I am reluctantly doing with a new Substack account (and with Bluesky, X, Instagram, etc.). Social media eats up time that could be spent on the work itself, and I resent that. I also resent the trendiness American publishing endorses, from book covers that all look largely the same to subject matter du jour, such as every possible “queer” point of view. That’s why it’s good to see some occasional resistance, like this recent takedown of Ocean Vuong.

I could go on, and I will in a future post. But for now, let’s turn to the aforementioned work in progress. The poem below does not yet have a title. When it does, and when it’s been polished up a few more times, I’ll send it off to a literary magazine somewhere. Changes are excellent I won’t be paid for it, and probably won’t even receive a copy of the publication. This is another branch of American publishing, just as dismal as the book world. Here is the poem. For now, let’s call it “Someone’s Shoes.”

Image: ChatGPT.
Image: ChatGPT.

Try to imagine the drone’s descent
as it speeds on a diagonal toward
Gaza or Kiev or Tabriz.
Imagine these lines packed with explosives,
so that reading on the page or the screen
posed an actual hazard—would that help?
It’s doubtful. The problem remains: even if
we imagine we see, we don’t. Not really.
This is true for most of us, most of the time.
Yes, there are exceptions. Some people
understand things which lie beyond our ken.
They know they’re in its shadow. Death has
already launched, and any moment now their
lives, all they know and feel, could simply cease.

Murderous Idiocy

Have a quick look at the video still below. In it, you will see that President Trump’s mouth is open (this is generally true of almost every photo or video in which the man appears) and, to Trump’s right, Vice President Vance assuming a studied, statesman-like pose. On Trump’s left appear the comedy team of Rubio and Hegseth: Li’l Marco assumes his rightful place behind our Supreme Leader while displacing Whiskey Leaks to the perimeter.

Trump, Vance, Rubio & Hegseth. Video still: C-SPAN.
Video still: C-SPAN.

Why were these important U.S. officials in front of the camera?

They were there to announce that the United States had bombed Iran’s nuclear sites in the middle of the night, just as war criminal Benjamin “Bibi” Netanyahu had urged them to do.

Not to worry, though. According to a post from Trump, “A full payload of BOMBS was dropped on the primary site, Fordow. All planes are safely on their way home. Congratulations to our great American Warriors. There is not another military in the World that could have done this. NOW IS THE TIME FOR PEACE!”

The more important BOMBS in question were GBU-57s, or Massive Ordnance Penetrators, which weigh 30,000 pounds each. They were used to attack Iran’s subterranean Fordo (according to the Times) or Fordow (according to the Guardian) nuclear enrichment facility, and delivered by B-2 stealth bombers. Either 12 or 14 BOMBS were dropped.

Whatever the number, our Commander in Chief assured us that “Fordow is gone.”

This morning, Pete Hegseth, a.k.a. the Pentagon Princess and looking sharp in a tatt-concealing navy suit, held a news briefing of his own to reaffirm Trump’s steam of superlatives. All of Iran’s nuclear enrichment sites were obliterated, he said, and the attacks were “an incredible and overwhelming success.” BTW, the strikes were codenamed Operation Midnight Hammer. Gotta love our military nomenclature.

Pete Hegseth. Photo: Andrew Harnik/Getty Images.
Photo: Andrew Harnik/Getty Images.

That Hammer might have missed some nails, though. After Hegseth spoke, top Pentagon officials said that it was too soon to say whether Iran still retains some nuclear ability.

Many commentators believe the American attacks will likely lead to seriously adverse consequences for the world at large, regardless of the BOMBS’ efficacy. Check this out, for example.

Once more, I must ask you not to worry unduly. In the conclusion of his Saturday night address to the nation, Donald Trump had this to say:

“And I want to just thank everybody and in particular, God, I want to just say we love you, God, and we love our great military, protect them. God bless the Middle East. God bless Israel, and God bless America. Thank you very much. Thank you.”

We’ll conclude with the optimistic image below, from Dr. Strangelove: it shows Slim Pickens enthusiastically riding his BOMB to earth, completely confident in the blessings it will bestow. God was no doubt pleased.

Slim Pickens riding the bomb. Film still: Wikimedia Commons.
Film still: Wikimedia Commons.