the Shape of Stories

Anybody else notice that Mark Twain, Kurt Vonnegut and Frank Zappa have never been in the same room at the same time?

I have a hunch that they were all actually the same person. So what if were separated by space and time? They were all astute critics of our/their times, who turned what they saw into wisdom we could all easily swallow—and I swear they even all looked a little like each other.

But I better digress.

Since this is a site about reading and writing, here's a little slice of that wisdom I was talking about:

the Shape of Stories