Over the Thanksgiving break i had the luxury of reading Calvino’s If on a winter’s night a traveler. Marvelous book. I’m now reading DeLillo’s Mao II. Here’s a line from it:
Home is a failed idea. People are no longer home or not home.
It’s true. I should always have a fiction text underway. Read it in the morning, first thing. Fiction always gets ideas flowing, especially philosophical ones. Maybe that says something about the things I write, or the nature of philosophical ideas in general. If philosophy is not at least in part about fiction, or fiction itself, I don’t know what it is or is about.