Write, resist, repeat

Hello everyone Hola todos Salut à tous in every language, to everyone.

Now as we watch with horror how easy it turned out to be to dismantle an entire system of government, take away rights, and pretend facts are partisan, speaking out is both a risk and a responsibility.

Here, on this page, all are welcome. Love is love.

Resistance and persistence are essential.

I have been wanting to give a brief update. I’m hoping to post more frequently here, get to some of the reviews of bands and musicians that have reached out. Life has been a bit crazy, but as it doesn’t look like calming down anytime soon, I guess there is no time like the present. A short trip out of the city this winter reminded me that the world is a big place, and art doesn’t need a lot, except the space and silence it loves.

The next book is being constructed. Progress. Still on track to have it finished before the summer. Nothing two weeks in a remote cabin wouldn’t help with. So I’ll just have to think about it all on the subway.

Thank you to everyone who has read the books, reviews, and interviews – and are still there.

Take care of yourself, don’t forget to turn off the Twitter feed, and hug those you love.

Going to take advantage of this snow day to work on the real stuff. Ice blizzard! Perfect. Getting seriously windy here, and the sound of the ice crystals hitting the windows, the sound of no cars driving, the sound of nature winning – is just enough and necessary.

Alice x

Late November 2016

This has been a very difficult time, for so many reasons. I could apologize for silence, for half-stuttered attempts to say something, anything. But we blame ourselves too often, so often, for our failed wish to make the rocks thrown at us, as they hit the taut strings of our emotions and our longings, into music.

Or in the new short form – what hurts us, we either hide or explore.

It’s difficult to create while fighting; impossible to create while hiding.

I played paintball once. Sitting in the pub afterwards, staring at bruises whose shape and formation had before never been created on my body, I thought to myself which role I would take if I ever played again. Or if it were real.


Yet speaking out means not just the words are front and center.

As we all live through these extraordinary times, watching events occur that we never imagined could happen, though we feared them, connection seems to be the most important idea. Compassion and loving kindness – those Buddhist tenets. Not backing down from calling out corruption, hypocrisy, and – what is now enshrined as our newest word in English – “post-truth”.

When I think of my last book, and all the controversy around it, I’m very glad that I remained true to what seemed the only possible path to take. There was so much pressure to play those games. There is a great line from Julian Casablancas of The Strokes from the song “I’ll Try Anything Once”:

Everybody plays the game/And if you don’t you’re called insane.

In these days, with real dangers made soft by headlines pretending it’s all business as usual, one could ask: what difference can any artist or writer make? So many comments are out there asking for silence from the people they claim to respect.  Luckily there are voices that aren’t scared to speak out. I read Amy Tan’s statements on Facebook with a mixture of fear and awe. Or Amanda Palmer, who said today:

regarding this comment. here’s a public service announcement:


go back to germany in 1935 and tell paul klee, bertolt brecht and the other poets, musicians, painters and novelists that “politics” had nothing to do with their “real lives”.

She continues:

Are you ready to speak? Are you ready to listen?

That is a challenge to work on.

Happy Thanksgiving to all my readers, and everyone out there who longs to dream.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone, and I hope you find moments of peace and love on this odd holiday in these strange times with your anxious self.

Alice xx