I’ve just finished reading Mrs. Bridge by Evan S. Connell and before that, I read its
companion novel, Mr. Bridge. I
realize now that this was out of order, since the former was published in 1959
and the latter a full ten...
When you think of authors who attained celebrity status
before the explosion of communications and the internet, you think of people
like Fitzgerald and Hemingway. The stories of their personal lives were relayed
in...
I’ve made a pact with myself this year, as I complete work
on a collection of stories, to read more of the collections already out there
and which, for some reason, I’ve mostly ignored until now. It’s been a gaping
discrepancy...
I was telling my daughter a story yesterday, something she’s
heard before. It happened when I was a kid, around this time of year,
after the 4th of July. A neighborhood friend and I took a cigarette
inside the house, lit...
"As soon as we express something, we devalue it strangely. We believe ourselves to have dived down into the depths of the abyss, and when we once again reach the surface, the drops of water on our pale fingertips no longer resemble the ocean from which they came...Nevertheless, the treasure shimmers in the darkness unchanged." ---Franz Kafka
