by Jordan Dotson | Jun 4, 2019 | Beautiful Prose
The rhythms of Metro Gnomes’re in rain and poems too, and breathing, not just tocks of clocks. …from the neverending well of David Mitchell’s Black Swan Green. by Jordan Dotson | Sep 4, 2018 | Beautiful Prose, Things I wish I'd written
Fitting words together makes time go through narrower pipes but faster. …David Mitchell, Black Swan Green by Jordan Dotson | Jul 31, 2018 | Beautiful Prose, Things I wish I'd written
Green is made of yellow and blue, nothing else, but when you look at green, where’ve the yellow and the blue gone? Somehow this is to do with Moran’s dad. Somehow this is to do with everyone and everything. …David Mitchell, Black Swan... by Jordan Dotson | Jun 11, 2015 | Beautiful Prose, Things I wish I'd written
Love’s pure free joy when it works, but when it goes bad you pay for the good hours at loan-shark prices. He was doing quite well until the last sentence, but if you bare your arse to a vengeful unicorn, the number of possible outcomes dwindles to one.... by Jordan Dotson | Aug 26, 2014 | Predicates and commas and whatnot
I imagine the cove in darkness. I imagine it in a storm. I imagine it in 30 years. “You’ve pre-haunted it,” I tell him. …from this brilliant Vulture article on David Mitchell’s new book, The Bone Clocks. The article itself is beautiful, and I’m nine...