Novels help us turn down the volume of our own interior "discourse," but unless they can provide an alternative, hopeful course, they're just so much narrative crumble. Unless, unless.
Unless is the worry word of the English language. It flies like a moth around the ear, you hardly hear it, and yet everything depends on its breathy presence. Unless — that's the little subjunctive mineral you carry along in your pocket crease. It's always there, or else not there. (If you add a capital s to unless, you get Sunless...)
Sunday Salon — at separate computers in different time zones — to talk about our lives and our reading.