The great writer Laurie Weeks once wrote this about me, and I am going to repost it today because I love that someone ever said these words about my stack.

Go to Laurie’s “stack.” It’s like —I don’t know what it’s like but it makes my brain or body-mind, happy, inspired, hungry for more. She writes about all kinds of things I care deeply about, like Godard, to name one, and just nails these exciting insightful details that cut through the spaced out morass of my “mind” to shock me awake and open, by example, my own tentative stabs at articulation. Plus I start to care about the things I love again after being away from NYC for a while, kidnapped by hillbillies and hence keeping myself in a protective light coma as a result. She writes about tons of things I don’t hear discussed much anymore no matter where I am. But it’s not pretentious and it’s not just Godard, it’s like you’re at a coffee shop talking about everything. Its so much fun. It’s life, which among other things is books & film & art & shoes & I mean, Godard IS life, like a tree or adventure and that’s what Laurie’s style is too. It’s serious and pleasurable to read, not tortured or academic (not that there’s anything wrong with that but it’s sure not what I need at the moment, plus her combo of style and topics are far more crucial to me anyway.) Plus it’s free though I subscribed for like 2 wooden drachmas because Mary Gaitskill & other great people post there also. It’s pretty casual but still saving me from Covid/Trump flatlining. —Laurie Weeks, author of Zipper Mouth, a novel