I am the father of a 14 year old, and it is wild. We have our good days and our bad ones, and the lockdown was hard for all of us, but I learn new stuff from my kid every single day.
Iâve been writing about the intersection of parenting and my kidâs digital life since she was two years old, and from the start, Iâve been clear on one thing: itâs impossible to completely control how my kid uses digital tech, and so the best I can hope for is to teach her to be as safe as possible, and to cultivate a trusting relationship with her so that when (not if) she gets in over her head, sheâll come to me so I can help her figure it out.
What if knowing the exact date of your death was a luxury good?
James Kennedyâs debut novel Order of the Odd-Fish ran like a very successful of dares between the author and himselfâââKennedy just kept ratcheting up the weirdness in the book, piling up the comic and surreal, to the point where the book should, by all rights, have collapsed beneath its own silliness. But it didnât!
Instead, Kennedy produced a tale of magic. As I wrote in my review, âThis is what Harry Potter would be if its magic world was truly wondrous and magnificent, as opposed to plain reality with broomsticks and funny robes.â
Hereâs how I ended that review: âAn epic novel of exotic pie, GötterdĂ€mmerung, mutants, evil, crime, and musical theater, Odd-Fish is a truly odd fish, as mannered and crazy as an eel in a tuxedo dropped down your trousers during a performance of The Ring Cycle.â