A novel written in 1962 found its way into my hands for the first time during the summer of 1997. The Death of Artemio Cruz, written by Carlos Fuentes, was…
Let’s say I’m on a French train enroute to meet my boyfriend, a prominent French writer. I open that day’s copy of Le Monde and there’s a controlling, erotic story…
I knew I would like this book, Let’s Take the Long Way Home, because it’s about a friendship between two women that was deep and marvelous (the book and the…
I bought Dogwalker on June, 27, 2004 at 10:04 p.m. for $3.98. The cashier’s name was Eric, but I don’t remember him. I know this because, for some reason — I was…
Nick and I sat and watched movie trailers for hours, complaining about the buffering speed and talking like two people who have been reading the same things for a decade:…
I sat on my surfboard dangling my feet into the cold ocean, as the setting sun brightened the sky with pinks and oranges. Out on the water, away from the…
You could read this book about three hundred times and not get bored. “Are you given comfort or made nervous by ball bearings?… Do you tolerate speech impediments in newscasters?……
First of all, I have no idea how to review a book of poetry. Not formally anyway, because I don’t know the difference between an iambic pentameter or a dithyramb. …