Category: Random

Me talkin to myself

  • Bright night fliers a fine lure

    There’s a lovely Truman Capote short story, something he wrote for a woman’s magazine in the ’50s, when he was minting his writerly self. A Christmas Memory reads as memoir and describes a little boy and his elderly distant cousin, unlikely friends in a not very friendly household. Each Christmas, they make each other paper…

  • It’s a fine thing when friends and family say they like your book. That fine feeling gets better—excellent, let’s say—when a publisher says, “We think we can make money with your book.” Now the opinions on The Booker Rebellion have begun to arrive. Somebody hand me a cool drink and a fan. Snippets: There’s a…

  • Of course I would read The Hour of My Death, the newest and possibly final work by Marge Piercy. Her 1980 collection of poetry The Moon Is Always Female is the single thing my first lover gave me that I kept after that relationship went down in flames. I still have it. The yearlong journal…