It’s been a strange, hard day here. For so long, it seems, much of my writing life has been built to this day—the day The Dark Knight Rises was finally released. And then, on a day when we were all supposed to be talking about Catwoman’s ears and Bane’s funny mask and whether Batman lived or died, we find ourselves engulfed in a real life-and-death story … the terrible tragedy that took place in Aurora.
It’s hard to know what to say … though I’ve spent a lot of time saying it, whatever “it” happens to be. The Washington Post asked me to write a short column for them—one that should be live early tomorrow. In the meantime, I wanted to offer this link to what I wrote for Plugged In about the shootings—even though no words seem very adequate.