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I published 38 "essays" in June, averaging at ~600 words, totaling at ~22,800 words (that's a pretty good month for me; I usually go between 10-30k). That same overall output could also be spliced up as four long form essays at 5,700 words each. The question here, can you count these small things as essays?

If you look at Montaigne, and especially Bacon, they each had some shorter one around 500 words. I have other contemporary essay book that feature writings that are exclusively 2-3 pages each. So historically, yes, there's a case for short non-fiction musings to be called "essays," but is it really about shortness?

It's more about formality and effort. In recent years, I was set on writing "unitive essays," ones that integrated all the known patterns, ones that went through many rounds of editing, ones that would be timeless. I still, of course, value that and aspire to it; I'm just currently in a phase where time is more burst-like. Such is life with a 5-month-old daughter. Deep flow states are hard to come by, and so instead, I'm logging little ideas all day, and whenever I get to the computer, with the mental space to write, the goal is to pick one idea and articulate it fully. Can I write and publish this idea, here and now?

It's an approach void of editing, which feels right for right now. I've thought so analytically about the craft, and the goal now is to see if I can weave in patterns on the fly. This doesn't mean I can successfully scope and prose every idea to a 5/5 on a single go. Most ideas—including probably this one—are started pre-maturely, and have limits on what they can become without scrapping it all and restarting from a new frame. Of course, the point is for ideas to mature through writing, but a great thesis can be so cognitively reorienting to nullify a draft's whole premise. But maybes that's the thing to build towards?

I didn't have this idea before I started this essay, but maybe an essay should contain an earnest shock, something in the moment that negates, inverts, and breaks the structural logic above. Wouldn't there be a thrill in witnessing a live epiphany, and then watching the writer clarify how everything previously covered may be true/false in light of the revelation?

You may have noticed, every paragraph so far has ended with a question. I suppose I'm playing with this idea to start with a clear question, and then continuously drive forward until a spontaneous question triggers something new, and I can fold back into that original question with an answer from a different dimension, a side door I never knew existed. An essay is less about the length; whether it's 300 or 30,000 words, it's more so about the value of what's discovered.

I was looking at my archive earlier, at everything I published in the last year. There are 363 "essays" (most of which are expanded logs), averaging at 370 words each. Of those I have about 22 essays flagged as "favorites," meaning, they've elevated to a special section, and earned the formality of cover art. This means that only 6% of the ideas I write in a given year are worth carrying forward. With time, that will probably atrophy even further. Even 1% of output per year is high: if you can write 3.6 timeless essays per year, that's prolific. DFW, if you look at what was anthologized over his career, only put out 1-2 per year. One approach to this is to pick be very selective, only chiseling a hand few of ideas; the other is hyper-publishing, trusting that curiosity will bring you to unexpected places, and the emergent "winners" are not ones you could ever predict. What makes something a winner?

It must be a fusion of things; again, quality is the transcendence of categories. This gets into what-makes-something-the-best-essay territory. The originality and nature of the subject itself matters, which is part of why I like the idea of reading and writing wider. But the essays I like most are the ones that also fuse in most or all of the compositional patterns around that thesis. There's only one I wrote in the last year that comes close. Maybe all of them have some personal experience peppered in, but the best ones, I feel, are ones where the writer is deeply immersed in a place, and all the things about them become allegorical. So you can read and write, quick or slow, short or long, but what you make is shaped by how you live, which is why it might be worth capturing your daily thoughts in prose.

Good voice is writing that's unchained from a single register. This is why default AI sounds so robotic: even if you prompt it with the precise style you want, it applies the same approach to every single sentence to make a monotonous caricature. No matter what it is, it’s numbingly uniform.

I find that if a writer gets caught in any register (only hilarious, only referencing Aristotle, only confessing terrible things, every sentence is a metaphor), it becomes annoying and unbelievable. We probably all have our default register. I get annoyed when I catch myself stuck in an analytical register. People don’t act like this IRL. People are 75-sided and context dependent.

As a writer skirts over different objects of focus, the tone should alternate between opposite modes: certainty and doubt, anger and love, approachability and authority, active voice and passive voice. There’s obviously no single tone that’s better than any other, but adaptive tone is better (=more organic) than drone tone. 

Organic voice is, I think, one of the halmarks of the essay. While other genres are locked into specific registers (research papers are certain, neutral, and authoritative, with terrible passive constructions to capture every nuance), essays are exciting because they capture the multitudes of expression.

I've always thought 'writing shows you what you think and editing helps you change your mind'—and maybe that’s a decent heuristic—but it’s more complicated than that. I think it’s possible for writing to do the opposite of what we hope, to lead to self-deception. A few thoughts on how:

1. Premature convergence: When you start drafting, you unlock a new stream of thoughts, but once you find a new center of gravity (a potential thesis), it’s common for all further thoughts to reinforce the thing you happened to stumble on, regardless of its substance. Beyond a point, writing can ossify & lock you into a frame.

2. Aesthetic attachment: Once you’re trying to make a ‘good’ essay around your thesis, it’s easy to become enamored by phrases, sentences, images, and sources. Expression (vibes/voice) is an entirely different thing than thinking. You can dress up a static/wrong thought to be beautiful/persuasive.

3. The sunk cost fallacy: after you spend hours on an essay and share it, it’s likely that you’ll continue to believe it. If you’re wrong, you’ll have ‘wasted’ that time. If you change your mind, your readers will have an outdated model of you (OFC, views evolve over time, but I wonder if publishing leads to short-term friction in your evolution).

One possible way around this is to, as soon as you think you found your thesis, to rigorously consider and explore the antithesis (not as a rhetorical strawman, but to really, earnestly, consider the opposite). It means a given draft will be scatter-brained and contradictory, but it’s how you find a synthesis, a more refined thesis. And once you find that, you start over, and repeat, until you end up somewhere that is far more nuanced, interesting, and weird than where you started.

The thing I’m grasping at is that thinking & expression are often at odds, and before you commit to an idea worth expressing, you need to go through rounds of unglamorous self-interrogation. There is probably a mode where thinking _is_expression, but the risk is not wanting to shed something that is elegantly said. One way through this it to get meta and explicitly express your doubt and your evolving POV; I think this is what separates essays from articles and propaganda, and it stops you from brainwashing yourself.

This essay tapped into a striking definition of timelessness. He doesn’t get there until halfway through though, and I found myself disagreeing with—or at least, questioning—a lot of his earlier points (I’ll come back to this). The main point is distilled into this: the best essays are “ineffective” because they reveal the timeless problems that each generation fails to synthesize. Timeless essays speak to the common foils in the human operating system: the blindspots of parents, the lies of institutions, the avoidance of mortality, the ineffability of relationships, the mundanities that are never captured in enough detail. These are different than “discovery” essays, like Darwin’s Origin of Species. The holy grail of an essay is surprise, and a timeless essay is not just sueprising for one generation, it’s surprising for every generation. And so timelessness, then, is a type of “breadth of applicability.”

PG also ventures into a familiar territory of “essay as a mode of thinking.” Where as in the past he used “the river” as his metaphor (2004), this time it’s a tree. You start from an origin, and then you explore many different branches in search of generality x novelty. What is a good starting question? He says a good one is “outrageous, counterintuitive, overambitious, and heterodox.” It doesn’t have to be a complete thesis, but some puzzling gap, and importantly something you care about. You won’t be able to stretch an origin question into cascading insight unless you have a unique angle into it. The origin doesn’t matter too much though, because it’s a recursive process, and you can eventually get to the best question in “a few hops.” I love how he emphasizes that you need to write to explore branches of a tree, and there are many dead ends; you realize how you are mistaken, incomplete, and inelegant (you go from vague to bad). Don’t get discouraged by these; finding your false assumptions is possibly the only way to really begin.

Despite loving his whole exploration of “mode,” I don’t think that means you have to neglect essay as “genre”; he says form/style don’t matter in “the best essay,” and I disagree, obviously. He has Darwin as the pinnacle example of an essay, and I’m really challenged by that (I definitely have to read it now). Is that an essay or a scientific paper, just captured in shortform non-fiction? He seems to imply that the essay is at its best a vehicle for discovery, as a mechanism to bring forth surprising, important, and useful ideas. From the creator of “make things people want,” this isn’t surprising. Even though a new theory of evolution had broad implications for society, I assume the paper itself is technical, intended for a scientific niche audience, which in my mind, makes it more like a scientific paper than an essay. An essay is something that is universal/general enough for the average person to read. An essay, I think, functions like an information transfer system between specialized facets of society; it’s about making your specific niche legible to all the other niches, and I don’t think that was the specific goal of Darwin's writing (even though it was inevitably understood by everyone, it wasn’t through the writing, but from the effects of the writing).

(Added: Another note on Graham’s notion of best as timelessness: he says that timeless esasys are the perennial insights that each generation can’t absob. This implies that the insight is never enough: even if you know something, there is often a lack of wisdom in applying it to your own circumstance. And so really, these unteachable lessons are ones that can only be obtained through personal experience. Does this point to the fact that all essays need to be personal? Maybe bland insights can’t be digested by a reader, but if they are integrated to vivid personal experience, experience vicariously, then might this actually be the best medium to transfer wisdom?)

Just came across a smutstack in my feed, an excerpt by someone liked by someone I follow. It led me to find a logloglog style page with date-stamped entries; at first I was compelled by the formatting—timestamp, return, paragraph, return, timestamp, no lines and single paragraphs only … innocent stuff—but then I read the writing itself, about a girl with an evil boyfriend. Then I clicked into one more post (one of the not paid ones) and it was an essay about her inner monologue while giving a blowjob at a club, written with specificity and elegance, on how she can’t help but think about dramatic ways to kill herself in the act if it goes longer than 5 minutes. My first thought is that this is like Worst Boyfriend Ever, except from a woman who writes a lot better. Is it great? Possibly, I’d have to read more. The problem is, I don’t want to, and basically can’t read more. Almost everything is paywalled and I can’t help but feel conflicted in paying for good writing when it can easily be interpreted as paying for written porn (especially now that Substack badgifies this!). It is called “Girl Insides” and that suddenly makes sense. I have not thought hard enough about the complexities behind sex writing (writing it, reading it, anthologizing it) and how that interacts with the essay. As do most people, I naturally keep writing and sex in different silos, but if sex is one of the most fundamental parts of the human experience (given that, you know, that's where kids come from), it feels odd and puritanical to exclude it.

Once I have my anthology scored, I can compare it with Best American Essays (2024/2025), at least in terms of “composition quality.” I definitely think it’s possible (we only have to get higher than a 3.7). 

The mystery to me is, how is this possible? How is it possible that a bunch of self-taught writers can put together better essays than people with English degrees, MFAs, and status badges from being featured in notable magazines?

I have a guess: the independent writers who operate in the free market of readers has more incentive to improve. They publish, get instant feedback, and publish again, either a week or month later. They have total autonomy to evolve their topics, their forms, their voice. They need to put in the work to make something great (it’s not enough to get a commission, and to make it good enough to live in the magazines). What the independent writer has is more feedback, more speed, more freedom, more stakes. 

Compare this to the writers who swarm the literary institutions: they often get no feedback, publish maybe only a few times per year, have to conform to the house style, and the magazines carries all the stakes. There is a staleness that comes from being disconneted from your readers.

So even if literary writers have something like a 5 -year head start, self-taught online writers have a higher slope, and can far surpass the average MFA graduate in terms of ability. (And this is without any kind of formal independent writing education! This is a good reminder/anecdote for me to remember in terms of my curriculum/textbook/app).

“Two years ago, the critic Ryan Ruby suggested that we are in a golden age of literary criticism. “It is not unusual,” the critic and scholar Merve Emre wrote, ‘to stumble upon an essay on Goodreads or Substack that is just as perceptive as academic or journalistic essays.’”

I want to riff on this cliche of a literary “golden age.” There are many other buzzwords along this kind of thinking: renaissance, revolution, rebellion, rebirth, paradigm shift, movement. Don’t get me wrong, any sort of positive direction in a literary culture is a good thing! I just think each word should mean a specific thing, and“golden age” is something like a pinnacle, a climax state that is very rarely reached in a civilization. I don’t think we’re there. 

It’s worth taking a step back and asking: “if we were in a golden age, how would we know?” Is it the total volume of essays? Total volume of paid essayists? Total volume of “relevant” magazines? Range of topics? Modes of experimentation? Number of geniuses? Quality of anthologies? Cultural divergence? Productive debates? The revival of a lost ethic?

Each of these qualifiers might have their own corresponding word. Maybe a “renaissance” is the return to something that’s been diminished, while “rebirth” is the return of something that actually died and resurfaced organically. 

I think a “golden age” is the very hard conditions of when all of these qualifiers are firing at once. 

The difference between professional writers and independent writers (I think), is that independent writers are more immersed in a life that is less writing-oriented. A professional novelist is writing full-time, but important essays are often written by people doing other things full-time (raising a child, building a company, working in an industry, etc.). Essay anthologies could be so powerful because they aggregate the well-articulated thoughts of normal people—who make their specialized problems universal—into a powerful literary medium that can be digested by the public. A good annual anthology, then, gives the culture a tight feedback loop where they can make sense of a complexifying culture. And given how the essay is about “questioning” and running down alternate modes of thinking; the mainstreaming of the essay is mainstreaming alternate modes of thinking and living. (This is very Adorno in spirit.)

I want to adopt a three-lane model of writing (and especially as I enter fatherhood, I’m going to have to). An essay can take 2 minutes, 2 hours, or 20 hours. 

• A 2-minute essay is a log; I can do many of those per day. More so than time, those require presence and discipline: the ability to stop in any moment, realize something is happening, and just write it down. If there is enough time for a 2-minute scroll, why not a 2-minute paragraph? 

• Next is the 2-hour essay, something you can start and finish in a single essay. The goal here is to pick “layups,” and I don’t actually mean “pick the easiest idea,” but more like, “pick the one that is fresh and active in your mind, and ready to come out now.” If you haven’t been daydreaming about it throughout the day, it’s probably not the essay you should try and write in a single sitdown. The goal is to publish before leaving the chair. 

• The final essay, the 20-hour essay, should be undertaken much more infrequently. A realistic goal would be to do 4-6 of these next year. Behind the 20 hours of “writing” is maybe another 200 hours of subconscious marinating; the goal here is to start from important, timeless questions in your life—maybe, your “12 favorite problems.”

So there is an ESSAY (the “unitive essay,” a term maybe I’ll run with), and then there are sub-genres of essays: the personal essay, the lyrical essay, the fragmented essay, the braided essay, the trickster essay (you can just make up whatever adjective you want). All these sub-genres work in a local context. But I think the ESSAY is worth it because it’s timeless and universal. I say this because each reader, in our times, and in future times, has their own blinders, their own subset of patterns that they care about. When you write for a niche or a subgenre audience, you’re appealing to a fixed group with specific blinders. But when you do the hard thing of trying to synthesize all 27 patterns, you have something that is likely to appeal to anyone, regardless of their blinders. A well-rounded essay can make someone care about any topic. And, a unitive essay also expands the lens of the reader (“oh damn I never knew an essay could have this and that”). Also, and finally, the Internet is a context scrambler. Your URL is dislodged from any stream, any entry point, and anyone can arrive from anywhere at any time, and so the unitive essay is the thing most likely to resonate with any particular stranger who stumbles into your living room.

Will was surprised to learn that I think machine writing could soon surpass the best human writers. As the head of Essay Architecture, he thought my position would just be “no matter what, humans will always be better at writing essays than machines.” I actually have some pretty extreme predictions on the trajectory of technology (I guess you could say I'm an ambivalent accelerationist), but I guess I believe that AI progress is irrelevant to the fact that I will always enjoy writing and see writing through the chaos as an opportunity. So yes, I think machines will make essays that are history-defining, that are good to degrees that are unimaginable to us today.

This will, unfortunately, make it even harder for writers to have economic value; but realistically, it's already too hard. The Creator Economy is a game of power laws, and AI might shift the chance of success from 2% to 1%. But could the same technology help artists go from 1x potential to 20x potential? If AI kills the market for commoditized creative work, will it let humans focus on the right things?

I'd like to better articulate my impressions on the New Yorker over the last year. First, it’s too political to trust. I want to read great cultural writing from them, not politics. It feels like part of an agenda, and makes me wonder if the whole magazine is compromised: a propaganda vehicle rather than a place for essays and opinions. Even the “mail bag” feels strategically curated to generate uncritical dissent; they want me to mimic their dissent, but I’d rather derive it independently.

Separate from that, I’ve found the non-political essays (if you can call them essays) to be boring. Why? The New Yorker is a “product” that taps into a particular urban aesthetic, meaning it’s more about rehashing a predictable and consistent tone than publishing original, interesting, or rogue acts of thought (surely, this is what happens in cities more than anywhere else).

I scored the latest essay I read of theirs a 2.85. It excelled in paragraph form and vocabulary. To basically any reader, this would be flagged in their mind as “great writing.” In a way, it is. But as an essay, a specific genre, it lacks. There’s no authorial perspective (it’s more of a profile); there’s no real debate (it’s one sided); it’s missing a cohesive thesis; and the tone is … what is their tone? Erudite, dry, witty, understated irony. It seeks authority through a false conversationality. It is “cultural” and gives specifics, but has no imagination. The essays are mosey-like: lazy, unhurried, with no tension or spine, as if you have many hours to read through their ambles. There are snobby asides with little uncertainty. There is limited register of emotion, rarely rage or ecstasy, even in topics that would warrant it. They are occasionally cheeky, but never sly, slapstick, bawdy, or archaic. It is metropolitan, coastal, a business-class professional style of writing that takes no risk. Of course, writers vary, but this is my take of their overall editorial stance.

In the end, The New Yorker is tonal product: they’re known for a house style, and they bet on the fact that through locking into a particular tone, a good amount of readers will buy into it and get high off reading it each week. It is less about expanding your thinking, and more about helping one gain status by training themselves in an ethos of haughtiness. Good essay tone is dynamic, evolving many times from beginning to end; The New Yorker’s tone has been static for a hundred years.

The covers are great though, I keep them in my apartment as decorations.

Do the immediacy of texts make the tradition of letter writing less authentic? I’m reading Neal Cassady’s letters, and I wonder if Beat letters are better than novels/poems because there was an actual constraint of distance, and they actually had to communicate with the people they care about most, while still co-creating a literary canvas. These letters feel both raw, direct, and logistical (talking laundry, money, and meeting locations), and I don’t know how to channel or recreate that condition in today’s world. I think there needs to be some shared understanding where both parties have long-term trust that enables short-term confrontation and vulnerability. It’s basically a variant of the essay except there is an audience of one. It’s interesting that someone can publish all their outgoing letters, and readers can sense the receiver in the subtext.

The Personal Essay Boom is Over. I like the article, but the timeline feels off. It didn’t start in 2008, peak in ’15, and end in ’17. Personal blogging goes back to the mid-90s. There are different waves and eras, and the 08-17 was the particular phase when personal essays existed on an Internet that reached maturity. FWIW, there is an equal trend away towards personal writing, towards stale journalism. The point is integration. I think personal essays deserve critique when they optimize for extreme, vulnerable, shocking material, to the point where the writer thinks/lives more extremely because they’re trying to make great writing. It’s a sacrificial parody.

When physical labor was automated, we all went to the gym to keep our bodies from atrophying. When intellectual labor gets automated, we’ll all write essays to keep our minds from atrophying.

• Virginia Woolf, “Letter to a Young Poet”
• Zadie Smith, “What Do We Really Fear About Death”
• Francis Bacon, “Of Studies”
• William Hazlitt, “On the Pleasure of Hating”
• Anne Carson, “The Glass Essay”
• Alexander Smith, “A Lark’s Flight”
• James Baldwin, “Stranger in a Village”
• Eula Bliss, “Time and Distance Overcome”
• Henry David Thoreau, “Civil Disobedience”
• Italo Cavino, “Why Read the Classics?”
• Jorge Luis Borges, “Borges and I”
• William Gass, “On Being Blue”
• Joan Didion, “Goodbye to All That”
• Tracy K. Smith, “Ordinary Light”
• Jo Anne Beard, “The Fourth State of Matter”
• John Berge, “Why Look at Animals”
• Maggie Nelson, “Bluets”
• Roland Barthes, “Plastic”
• Ander Monson, “Essay as Hack”
• Kurt Vonnegut, “Let’s Just Say It Wasn’t Pretty”
• Teju Cole, “Unnamed Lake”
• Alexander Chee, “The Rosary”
• F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Crackup”
• Susan Sontag, “Notes on Camp”
• Tom Wolfe, “The Painted world”
• Jo Freeman, “The Tyranny of Structurelessness”
• William Deresiewicz, “In Defense of Facts”

Some of our best essays come from people who don’t consider themselves writers: Frank Lloyd Wright was an architect, Carl Sagan an astronomer, John Muir an environmentalist. Writing wasn’t their main income, and they didn’t write to be writerly; they wrote to make sense of their mind, their culture, and their role in it. What makes the essay the ultimate folk medium is its brevity. While it might take you 1,000 hours to write a book, you can write an essay and publish it on Substack today. The reader-to-writer pipeline is slippery. You can probably measure a culture’s health by its total number of active essay writers. When this number is high it means that we’re synchronizing across silos. When this number is low (ie: ~95% lurkers), we become alienated and warped.