The night after I first read Pattern Exhaustion, I gave birth to a baby riddled with cancer in a dream. This can’t be right I said to the doctor, this baby is too new, there has been no time for a malignancy to grow. “Ahh,” said the doctor, “There’s nothing new under the sun anymore. And there’s no sun either.” And then I awoke with these lines from “The Darkling Thrush” repeating, in the doctor’s voice, in my head: “And every spirit upon earth / Seemed fervourless as I.” …So you see, this is not a normal Nate Pritts book of frenetic exuberance. But its bleakness offers exactly the kind of catharsis I really really need right now and maybe you do too.”
PATTERN EXHAUSTION, in a revised form, makes up part of my book POST HUMAN.