One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This (penguinrandomhouse.com)
Just finished. A difficult read; highly recommended.
The literary critic Northrop Frye once said all art is metaphor, and a metaphor is the grammatical definition of insanity. What art does is meet us at the site of our insanity, our derangement, the plainly irrational mechanics of what it means to be human. There comes from this, then, at least a working definition of a soul: one’s capacity to sit with the mysteries of a thing that cannot in any rational way be understood – only felt, only moved through. And sometimes that thing is so grotesque – what we do to one another so grotesque – that sitting with it feels an affront to the notion of art as a conduit of beauty. Still, sit. Sit.