Tuesday, July 23, 2013
The Wall: A Modern Fable | New York Journal of Books
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Revising your writing again? Blame the Modernists - Ideas - The Boston Globe
I disagree with the article's contention that extensive revision is a modern innovation. William Wordsworth published his first version of The Prelude in 1805 and spent the next 45 years revising it.
Friday, July 12, 2013
Claudia Silver to the Rescue | New York Journal of Books
In my New York Journal of Books review I describe the novel as "a fun and funny read about the mistakes twentysomethings make when they first live independently as adults." In addition to my NYJB review also read my Examiner article about this novel.
Claudia Silver to the Rescue author Kathy Ebel
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Why We Are Truly a Nation by William Matthews : The Poetry Foundation
Why We Are Truly a Nation
Because we rage inside
the old boundaries,
like a young girl leaving the Church,
scared of her parents.
Because we all dream of saving
the shaggy, dung-caked buffalo,
shielding the herd with our bodies.
Because grief unites us,
like the locked antlers of moose
who die on their knees in pairs.
William Matthews, “Why We Are Truly a Nation” from Selected Poems and Translations, 1969-1991. Copyright © 1992 by William Matthews. Reprinted with the permission of Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved,
Why We Are Truly a Nation by William Matthews : The Poetry Foundation
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Jacob’s Folly | New York Journal of Books
Read my review of Jacob’s Folly on New York Journal of Books. I continue my discussion of the novel's theme of assimilation in an Examiner article.
Jacob's Folly author Rebecca Miller
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Paris Twilight | New York Journal of Books
“So I finished my tea and dabbled at my dinner, and took a bath, and retired with a book whose secrets were guarded by my exhaustion, for almost immediately it lay open beside me on the duvet, and I woke after a while to turn off the light, and succumbed back into a dream that must have lasted most of the rest of the night, of swirling snow past a speeding train, a sensation of being unable to understand anything close by, of everything immediate flying past in a frenzy too fleet for me to grasp, while the trees and houses guarding the horizon stayed sharp and clear and precise to the eye, so that there were in the world only two things I was certain of: the feel of your hair beneath my palm, and the horizon, as patient and gradual and slow to pass as a thing remembered, even as it melted into distance and stillness and white.” -- Russ Rymer, Paris Twilight
My NYJB review of Paris Twilight Also see my addtional remarks in Examiner.com.
Russ Rymer, author of Paris Twilight
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)