Most of the book I wrote while watching music videos on MTV. Yes, that’s how old I am. Back then MTV still played videos. Now, now doubt, you picture me wearing high-button shoes and rolling a hoop down a dirt road in, I don’t know, ancient Thebes?
Nobody ever had so much fun writing a book. I’d be couch surfing with Alexander Graham Bell and Dolley Madison and watching Echo and the Bunnymen videos. Abraham Lincoln would order us a pizza, and Bell would offer everyone hits of MDA. That’s how far back this happened. We didn’t call ecstasy “E.” We didn’t even call it “X.” Louisa May Alcott would be rolling us a fattie. I’d shake my head no. I’d whine, “Guys, I can’t get high! I need to write my novel.” And Harriet Beecher Stowe would say, “Dude, why can’t you do both?”
From Chuck Palahniuk’s updated version of Invisible Monsters Remix. Also worth mentioning, since we’re in this mash-up of the nineteenth century, is Wendy McClure’s excerpt from The Wilder Life: My Adventures in the lost world of Little House on the Prairie. What stripe of fellow American do you think she meets in her quest to learn self-sufficiency in the fictionalized style of Ma and Pa Ingalls? (I think you can probably figure it out.)