Monthly Archives: July 2017


If I ever write a memoir about my struggle with (perceived; I’ve never been diagnosed) mental illness, the way H. G. Wells (MIND AT THE END OF ITS TETHER) and F. Scott Fitzgerald (THE CRACK-UP) and Philip K. Dick (VALIS) did, “When the B’ao Breaks” will be the title, and the above sketch may well be an illustration. Happy to report that things are going well now, and there is not the desperate urge to codify my madness the way those three fine gentlemen storytellers did. But Life is fickle; it could happen.