Joshua Mohr - All This Life

There’s only one person left to capture in this caricature, and there are so many ways to distort herself, so many ways to be acerbic and cruel. Take your pick. She’s made so many mistakes. But she decides to take it easy on herself today. Why? She was almost thrown from a bridge, and if that doesn’t buy you a morning of clemency, she’s not sure what does.

Instead of being masochistic, Kathleen draws herself standing next to Rodney, her arm thrown over his shoulders, draws herself with one-day AA chips for eyes.

“How do we look?” Deb says.

“Yeah, are we gorgeous or what?” Sara says.

“Pret. Tee?” Rodney says.

Caricatures, avatars, usernames, however humans present themselves, whatever we are, there is one thing Kathleen knows: We are all scared. We are haunted by yesterday and terrified of tomorrow. It’s this life, all this life, and we’re frightened of it. There are addictions and relapses. There are weather balloons and wars, sociopaths and estrangements. There’s climate change, mental illness, mood disorders. There are families assembling and dissembling. There are dubious genes dripping down. There are more strains of violence than the flu. The particulars of human misery are limitless, a rising ocean of humiliations and blues, too-low paychecks and pipe dreams. People cling so hard to so little, everything eroding a little more every day. It’s enough to make you pour whiskey on an open wound or jump off a bridge. But that’s what we have to endure. Kathleen now knows that we need the scars on our skin before the tattoos envelop that ugly. We need those stakes stacked so high that we’re lost in order to understand that it’s okay to be lost. We will always be lost. We are the walking wounded and there’s love in our hearts.

And then Kathleen turns her portrait around.

First thing’s first: Thanks to the indie booksellers! If it wasn’t for your tireless and often thankless work, indie writers like me wouldn’t have careers. From the bottom of my heart, you are so important. Keep fighting the good fight.

Thanks to Dan Kirschen and ICM. He endured several remixes of this book, none of which were very good, and he never lost patience with me, and if he did, he was gracious enough to only talk shit behind my back.

My editor, Dan Smetanka, challenged me in a way I’d never previously been tested. He called it a “tear down,” said that he liked the characters and the plot of “All This Life,” but wanted me to find a much more earnest tone to tell it, which meant writing the whole thing from scratch, basically. And that’s what we did, from August through December 2014. It was brutal and insane and formidable and infuriating, and it’s the best thing that ever happened to me. You are pure talent, Smetanka!

Cheers to all at Counterpoint/Soft Skull. Charlie Winton and Rolph Blythe. The publicity folks, Megan Fishmann, Sharon Wu, Claire Shalinsky, Corinne Kalasky, all held my hand. Kelly Winton put together a lovely artifact. I mean, this book in your hands is super pretty, right?

The San Francisco Writers’ Grotto is a rad place to scribble and a much needed artistic sanctuary for me. My colleagues there continue to dazzle and inspire with their own projects.

The MFA program at the University of San Francisco still lets me teach there sometimes, despite all the weed I sell to the students. And Stanford’s OWS is probably the best job I’ve ever had, except the summer I was a chimney sweeper.

Every author needs smart readers to help them along the way and huge thanks to the following for their wise eyeballs: Ron Currie, Sean Doyle, Andrew Ervin, Anisse Gross, Calder Lorenz, Tyler McMahon, and Lauren Saft.

Also, a certain unnamed novelist may or may not have needed someone to swoop in at the last minute and stop an avalanche of public embarrassment for a glaring error in the text, and that savior was Lori Hettler. She’s a generous reader and the mastermind behind The Next Best Book Club. Go to your computer and check out her site right now.

Thanks to Diane and Sarah, Jess and Katy, Shany and Kerrie and Veronica, Eric and Eliza, Rob and Gina.

And finally, my girls, Lelo and Ava. It is a beautiful life.