You think you’re reading the Web these days, but it’s reading you — gathering data on you, trying to sell you stuff, pushing you to other links. On the Web, reading is shopping. And sometimes you don’t want to shop.
I never thought I’d back off the Web, but I have. The once-glorious freedom of the Web was not free. Its price is a bone-deep commercialism that cannot yet be circumvented.
Narrative nonfiction typically conforms to the artfully narrow standards of American fact checking (another indigenous art) while enjoying what Dwight Macdonald once called the “atmospheric license” of fiction. Some of the most beautiful and illuminating writing in all of American English is narrative nonfiction.
Agree wholeheartedly w/ all bolded statements above.


