At one point in John Edgar Wideman's new novel, the narrator imagines a question posed by his brother about the book (this very book) the narrator is trying to write: "Why Fanon".
"It is difficult to imagine a legal question of greater national significance," the papers said.
It would be difficult to imagine a more question-begging analysis.
No one can know for certain, but perhaps we can imagine a few questions that he might ask if he were alive today of city and school district leaders in the city where he made his fortune.
But this time, instead of that bit where they played Bowie songs, Stone Roses songs, Orbital songs and Dizzee Rascal songs, imagine a big spinning question mark.
Indeed, if a patient is able to communicate via neuroimaging, one can imagine a number of questions that might be posed regarding care.
That, I imagine, is a question which Mr. Joyce would not admit.
It read, "Would you vote for a woman for president if she were qualified in every other respect?" I fell into a stunned reverie as I tried to imagine a time when such a question could be asked with a straight face.
Imagine a novelist asking the question: Tell me your story.
