I am currently rereading Irene Baird’s 1939 BC novel Waste Heritage and marvelling at it all over again.

Such a resonant book that depicts ordinary people within its vibrant prose.  I love how its specifics resonate with several places in the world during the past month. The universality of the ordinary, more writers should invest in it and cross pollinate that ordinary into more extraordinary or unusual literary forms. Baird is quite conservative in her style and form — a deliberate aesthetic choice I suspect at that time given everything else that was happening in literature — however now we need to be excited by what the novel can become rather than what we expect or already know of it.

Video gamers describe LAG when they’re playing and there’s a delay to some extent, literature too lags.