Why is short fiction seen as somehow lacking gravitas? Like it must be easier to write shorter: a person could just laugh out a short story, or cough out a poem, and a haiku would be a fart, right? Mais non. Compression is tough. A big ol’ baggy doorstop book does not automatically equal IMPORTANT. Or good. Or Fun (operative word) to read.

One of Emily Dickinson’s dashes kicks the ass of a thousand trilogies.