The Family Fang

by Kevin Wilson

Buster wanted to be very happy; in his desperate moments of self-absorption, he felt that the earth was powered by the intensity of his emotions. When he mentioned this to a psychiatrist, the doctor said, “Well, if that’s the case, don’t you think you should be out doing something a bit more, I don’t know, worthwhile?”

the secretaries, popping gum and filled with petty grievances,

Annie wished she had been an actress in those days, when things were bizarre and yet no one seemed to notice or care.

And I still think, though I am old and I’m not as connected to the art world as I used to be, that something strange is always better than something beautiful.”

He tried to think of all the people in his life as chemicals, the uncertainty of mixing them together, the potential for explosions and scarring.