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What I miss is writing stories in which a
life lived online does not figure—mostly. In three of the five stories
in my collection The Beauty of Their Youth,
the internet plays absolutely no role. In one there’s a bit of
emailing. And in the final, title story, a middle-aged woman confronts
the curated myths of a perfect self, both her own and those of friends
from her youth, that circulate round the globe.
I remember viscerally despising email, and feeling that the nagging
awareness of all the messages I needed to answer was causing real
emotional harm—to both my unanswered message-writers and to me. I
remember being incredulous when friends told me I had to sign up for
Facebook, and then doing it, at the urging of my publisher, when I
published my first novel in 2008. I remember overhearing the new
president at the college where I teach—whose first order of business was
to turn us into an “Apple campus” and order Macbooks for all full-time
faculty and all incoming students—telling another administrator, at a
meeting, that giving someone a laptop increased their productivity by 50
percent.
I remember feeling sick when he said that. I also remember thinking it would all blow over soon. (Read more.)
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I have avoided it and have never succumbed to it,(Facebook, etc.), because I am really not interested in what others are doing, saying or thinking, other than my immediate family. Thus the allure is lost on me.
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