![]() ![]() As I was reading on the nearly empty plane, I kept looking down at my hands, getting up, washing them, until they were dry and cracked and my knuckles started bleeding, and by the time I disembarked it looked like I’d been in a fistfight. I continued reading Dhalgren on my way to Tokyo on March 14. Stubbornly, and against better judgment, I decided to go through with my plans to take a three-week trip to Japan. ![]() Italy had fallen and the threat in the United States was imminent, but the real panic and anxiety still hadn’t sunk in. ![]() I started reading Samuel Delany’s Dhalgren, a prismatic, nightmarish work of speculative fiction, in New York City a couple weeks ago, when the coronavirus had just begun to spread into the West. In our new series Quarantine Reads, writers present the books they’re finally making time for and consider what it’s like to read them in this strange moment. ![]()
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