I have to take periodic breaks from writing, not so much because I over-run my imagination, but because my shoulders and back can’t take it these days. So I get up, walk around, mainline coffee, and read non-fiction, usually in the form of whatever magazine is near my feet or whichever one of the many blogs I follow has put up newest post. I wind up reading more about “current events” than is really healthy, but every so often I encounter a truly humbling chunk of prose.
Today I was humbled by Rick Bragg’s mayonnaise essay. There is a reason this man has won a Pulitzer. (“…New Orleans, where you have to go uphill to drown” – I would kill to have created that line.)