Posted by Jay Livingston
(A bit of pedantry, and you could find all this out from the Internet. But I couldn’t resist, and besides, what the hell, it’s my blog.)
The letters the Times published today were all about the Tesla.
The title comes from a Robert Creeley poem, which serves as the epigraph for the novel. The poem too, I suspect, is not really about driving.
I Know a Man By Robert Creeley As I sd to my friend, because I am always talking,—John, I sd, which was not his name, the darkness sur- rounds us, what can we do against it, or else, shall we & why not, buy a goddamn big car, drive, he sd, for christ’s sake, look out where yr going. |
Which brings us full circle back to the Tesla. Can you say those last lines to a self-driving car?
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