Orlando Spirit of the Age
Jacques Derrida’s l’avenir: the unforeseeable that will appear, although we cannot control our expectation of what it will be.
It’s 2019, the wheel has turned, and here I am again, marveling at Orlando and its impact—not only on my own life, but also on the lives of a host of my colleague-artists.
When I sent out my calling cards to the extraordinary collection of individuals whose work you open here and now, between these covers, it was with an invitation to share the inspiration of a book, a novel: Virginia Woolf’s 1928 “writer’s holiday,” her wild-goose chase of a fantasy.
The response was universally overwhelming. And overwhelmingly personal.
Woolf calls the book a biography and refers constantly to its diligent biographer’s task and the specific challenges therein, recording the life, with deadpan sincerity, of a young nobleman whom we meet under an oak tree, in an ancestral park,
