Perhaps what has changed for me is a new and strong interest in the local area. I don’t know about the glacier retreat, but I do know about the armed Fula herders who invaded my uncle’s house in Jos, Nigeria. I don’t know about the marine isotope stage, but I know that my firefighter’s cousin taught me about the diverse missions of his work. I don’t know about the world, but I know about downtown New Haven.
People have already asked me — a few years ago he missed the opening minute of the Super Bowl and messed with his TV channel for a long time — sought a solution to our climate plight. .. I have no prescription for policy and confidence in its implementation is even lower, but I have confidence in horses. Or rather, horses can sometimes do us. for us. I believe in books, stories, and their alchemical ways of telling someone that they are not alone.
Ten and a half years ago, I worked at Barnes & Noble on campus, and one of my colleagues had just finished reading Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road.” As a disclaimer, he said he was not a big reader. But he said his son was just born and reading his book changed his view of the world around him, his newborn son’s view, and his family’s whereabouts. Insisted. I like to think it’s because he saw something of his own in the character. A future that could metaphorize the difficulty of caring for his descendants? Imitation of a relationship with his own father? What else completely? I don’t know, but whatever was told, the facts of the communication meant that he wasn’t alone during the reading.
In response to the question “What is reality?”, I promised not to write anything about expressions. So no matter what our future is, I think suffering is inevitable. The future of climatic dystopia has already arrived everywhere in the Pacific Ocean, Sahel, Central Europe, the east and west coasts of North America, and what is most felt among us is that it is always abandoned. is. If it is the whole of my reality, despair will be the order of the day. But I return to God as a base, not as patina. I go back to that idea. It means that everything has order, the author, and the horse. They appear in the apocalypse of “Goliath”, but for a reason they are the fewest of us and are always abandoned. “You may have lost it all, but I haven’t lost me, no matter who I am. At the end of the world, there is magic here too.”
I have no god to give you, no horse, but my book, my story, my pledge that you are not alone during your engagement today, and wish you crazy tomorrow, The same is true.
Tochi Onyebuchi is the author of “Riot Baby” and more recently “Goliath”.