


The Essay is essentially the biography of a thought, allowing cognition itself'its circuitry and obsessiveness, its 'moments of being,' to play out on the page.
The Essay is a loose sally of the mind... an irregular indigested piece... not a regular and orderly composition.

The Essay is a grown-up version of the tie-breakers in supermarket quizzes: Complete the line 'I think history is bunk because'.' in not more than 10,000 words.
The Essay is a piece of writing that hangs somewhere on a line between two sturdy poles: This is what I think, and this is what I am.

The Essay is a genre that goes back four hundred years to Montaigne, and yet it seems a mercurial, newfangled, sometimes hokey affair that has lent itself to many of the excesses of the age, from spurious autobiography to spurious hallucination, as well as to the shabby careerism of traditional journalism.



The Essay is an epistle addressed to the public through which the mind of the recluse relieves itself of its impressions.
