You know, I don't know! I just keep thinking this is the book I should have written when I was 25. That's when people write their autobiographical first novel. I mean, my first novel was about a home for unwed mothers — I had never been in a home for unwed mothers — because I wanted to prove I had this great imagination. But the wonderful thing about publishing this book at 52 is that I know that I am capable of working from a place of deep imagination. Now I just feel like I own every part of myself and my life and my imagination and the rocky terrain of my own brain, and that feels really good.
intelligent, curious, witty, poetic,
firstborn son of Richard Sr. and Dixie,
likes comic books, green Kool-Aid, and The Monkees,
feels happy almost all of the time,
afraid of growing old and dying alone in the dark,
would like to see daybreak from Saturn--
rushed, fun-loving, laid back, intelligent,
firstborn son of Barbara,
likes reading, surfing the net, and old movies,
feels under pressure right now,
afraid of not being a good enough teacher,
would like to see his book get published--
Political discourses at the turn of the nineteenth century emphasised the interrelation between the possible fall of the British Empire and domestic poverty and squalor. Fear for the decline of the nation became one of the central issues during the Boer Wars, when about 80% of young Britons, mostly from the lower classes, were found to be physically unfit to military service. Jack London must have known these facts because initially, he had wanted to write a book on the Boer War. He had to change his plan when he heard that the war was over. Instead he wrote a wrote an autobiographical account about the moral and economic degradation of poor people in the East End slums.