One night after a lot of whiskey and beer, a friend of mine suggested that we head down to Main and rob someone. We had no money but what we’d just spent on the booze, and we knew that when we woke up we’d be hungry.

J.David Osborne’s essay “On Not-Knowing” delves into the intersection of surrealism and crime fiction, and gets at how the two can neatly compliment one another. We interviewed Osborne earlier this year.

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