Maybe my experiences of my fellows have been reduced to so base a level that the smallest kindness overwhelms me…Holocausts do not amaze me. Rapes and child slavery do not amaze me….I am amazed when I drop a glove in the street and a teenager runs two blocks to return it. I am amazed when a checkout girl flashes me a wide smile with my change, though my own face had been a mask of expedience. Lost wallets posted to their owners, strangers who furnish meticulous directions, neighbors who water each other’s houseplants—these things amaze me.

Lionel Shriver- We Need to Talk About Kevin (via junesquibb)

The whole controversy about Lionel Shriver and nature of censorship (her keynote speech was promptly removed from Brisbane festival website) is bothering me to no end.

We really are moving to the world of Fahrenheit 451 and my son will be growing up in it. I am scared to think what the literature in the world defined by her detractors would look like.

More so, rather than having a healthy discussion, she is now going to be defended by the right wing set who she has little in common with, and everyone that she does is going to be too scared – she is now toxic to them. That speech removal was only the beginning. Such is the intellectual climate of the world we live in. There is only black and white and no shades of gray.

I’m less concerned that you love my characters than that you recognise them. Human beings have rough edges. Authors who write exclusively about ethical, admirable, likeable characters are not writing about real people.

Saw an ex coworker on the subway this morning. I used to talk to her every day, for months, but now I couldn’t remember her name, apart from the fact that she was Singaporean. And she didn’t recognize me – must be the beard or whatever expression I now have now that my commute is so long and I don’t bike anymore.
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