Theme Essay by Laurie Weisz
Not all critics rival Harold Bloom’s elephantine pomposity, but I’d rather read a book myself first.
Not all critics rival Harold Bloom’s elephantine pomposity, but I’d rather read a book myself first.
Leslie Fiedler took the blinders off me and said, 'Look, the myths we live by, our secret longings—the great books lay them bare.'
Nature writing isn’t just recording what you see, hear, and feel.
I bristle at the notion that creative people feel the deepest connections to nature.
His work has entered my psyche thoroughly, like tentacles from his nightmarish creations.
Until early 2011, I’d never met either of my literary idols. But that all changed in a matter of months.
The texture was “spongy,” but it really did go with the feel of the book.
A calendar of beefcake boys? Forget it. Words are what spark my imagination.