When I launched this Substack page, one year ago to the day, the closing paragraph of my opening gambit read … ‘To ensure that I don’t immediately fail to meet your moderate expectations, I won’t be committing to any word count or weekly timetable. You might get a 3000 word rant about the paucity of basil leaves on Gourmet Buffalo Marguerita Pizzas or just a picture of a ferret wearing a hat. The best way for you to enjoy this blogletter is to truncate your hopes.’
The Narrative Morgue
The Narrative Morgue
The Narrative Morgue
When I launched this Substack page, one year ago to the day, the closing paragraph of my opening gambit read … ‘To ensure that I don’t immediately fail to meet your moderate expectations, I won’t be committing to any word count or weekly timetable. You might get a 3000 word rant about the paucity of basil leaves on Gourmet Buffalo Marguerita Pizzas or just a picture of a ferret wearing a hat. The best way for you to enjoy this blogletter is to truncate your hopes.’