When I'm in the Mood for Fiction

It’s been awhile since I finished a novel and the dry spell has had me thinking about the moods that call out for reading fiction. I write about these in an essay appearing this morning at The Millions:

The more I’m engaged with life—and particularly with other people—the more I want to read fiction. At the peak of a wedding reception or in the throes of a night out when the crowd has given itself over to celebration, I often want to sneak off and read a novel. It’s a contradictory impulse, to want to retreat into a book at the precise moment I am most enthralled with life, but such are the circumstances we live by. What I’m after, I think, is a kind of synergy that can only happen when I approach a novel while my body is still charged with the feeling of being present and alive.

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