Stuart Connelly

Jesus taught in parables for a reason.

Do you prefer fermented or distilled?This is a trick question. It doesn__ matter how much you like wine, because wine is social and writing is anti-social. This is a writer__ interview, writing is a lonely job, and spirits are the lubricant of the lonely. You might say all drinking is supposed to be social but there__ a difference, at one in the morning while you__e hunched over your computer, between opening up a bottle of Chardonnay and pouring two-fingers of bourbon into a tumbler. A gin martini, of course, splits the difference nicely, keeping you from feeling like a deadline reporter with a smoldering cigarette while still reminding you that your job is to be interesting for a living. Anyone who suggests you can make a martini with vodka, by the way, is probably in need of electroconvulsive therapy.

I took a breath. Pictured the bed waiting for me upstairs. Then retreated to the lobbybar alone and ordered an ice-cold gin martini, a small signal to myself that my work was done. I held the glass, its inverted construction an insult to gravity and the order of things. Just like our Movement, from the outside the balance of power seems all wrong. But hold a martini glass in your hand and you know instinctively that it is just right.