Found Drama's inception
There’d been that first brutal winter night, early in the O.N.A.N.ite temporo-subsidized era, soon after the InterLace dissemination of The Man Who Began to Suspect He Was Made of Glass, that Himself emerged from the sauna and came to Lyle all sloppy-blotto and depressed over the fact that even the bastards in the avant-garde journals were complaining that even in his commercially entertaining stuff Incandenza’s fatal Achilles’ heel was plot, that Incandenza’s efforts had no sort of engaging plot, no movement that sucked you in and drew you along.
Context
JOI's depression thread in one image: the great man drunk in a towel, coming to the guru because even the avant-garde won't have him. "Sloppy-blotto and depressed" yokes the alcoholism and the mood illness into a single hyphenated condition — and the depression is generative: Found Drama and anticonfluentialism come out of this night, a depressive wound about being unable to entertain.