One Year of ‘Winter’
It’s best to keep expectations modest. The independent press author is a geek waving at an indifferent crowd, hoping to be liked.
Where Are They Now?
My brother sent me a couple of photos of my mother’s house in Scarborough, Maine. I still think of it as “my mother’s house” even though she passed away in 1998. My aunt Louise continued to live in the house, by herself, after my mother passed away. Louise died in the summer of 2005. She [...]
Talking Fiction
When Murdoch’s characters speak, they speak volumes; and it takes very little–a few drinks, perhaps–to get them to drop profound thoughts into the most casual conversations.
An Introduction to Winter
“I could picture my mother ravaged by illness, I could unleash the overactive imagination I’d always had; but even as a skeleton, even as a bit of ash clinging to a white sheet, she would still be my mother, recognizably so.”
On a Night When Nothing Happened
“An onlooker would have seen two men on the sidewalk, perhaps taking leave of one another….”
You Must Remember This: 2010 Lambda Awards
Many critics have noted that 2009 seems to have been the Year of the Memoir. In the Lammies’ Gay Memoir/Biography category there are 20 entries; the Lesbian Memoir/Biography list totals 13.
Do You Have to Be Crazy?
Do you have to be crazy to be a writer? Here is Galway Kinnell’s answer to that question.
What We Talk About When We Talk About Carver
Gordon Lish cut Carver’s stories by as much as 78%. The list of text reductions looks like a Red Tag Clearance Sale in Literary Hell.
Still Here: On Loss and Healing
Far from finding anything maudlin in the memories readers have shared, I see courage and hope…and healing. We are still here, and we are telling our stories—bearing powerful witness to the search for love and understanding that keeps us connected.
Book Excerpt: Good Dog
The silence of the night was incredibly deep. The untouched snow sparkled here and there, its gleam echoed by the stars, as if they were close enough to be sharing some ancient, not-quite-forgotten language.
A Report from Winter is a death-in-the-family story, a love story, and a meditation on the meaning of “winter”—as a season and as a metaphor for family relationships.