Apparently, everyone got the memo on American Born Chinese before I did. Published in 2006, Gene Luen Yang’s graphic novel is flush with accolades: a National Book Award Finalist, winner of the Michael L Printz Award, and a “top” pick of multiple publications, including the San Francisco Chronicle, Time Magazine, and Publisher’s Weekly.
Giving Chin-Kee A Chance: Gene Luen Yang’s American Born Chinese Read More »
Welcome to the end of news, or at least the end of news as I know it. This week the New York Times introduced digital subscriptions for US readers of the Times online, a move which the paper has been planning for at least two years.
Coffee: Check! Organic Eggs: Check! New York Times: Mehh… Read More »
Stevens seems to have enjoyed facing the difficult dilemma of writing a poem knowing that, when it comes to the actual, “sense exceeds all metaphor” and it “exceeds the heavy changes of the light.” He loves struggling to come to terms with the limitations of language.
Come A Little Bit Closer Now Baby: Wallace Stevens’ “Bouquet of Roses in Sunlight” Read More »
We all know what McDonald’s is and for the most part we’re probably in agreement about what it means. For the purpose of this blog entry, I’m interested primarily in the symbol (to the symbol by way of the smell).
McDonald’s, Marfa & the Meaning of Life Read More »
In the summer of 2006, Jesse Ball sat down to write a novel. Ball kept a constant vigil; he remained with his instruments, more like a performer than a novelist, a pianist absorbed in the madness of his music, blending themes, changing his intonation, but never letting the line break or fall away.
The Muse Won’t Quit Read More »
Meet Iain Haley Pollock: Philadelphia-based poet, English teacher at Chestnut Hill Academy, and co-host with his partner Naomi of an occasional culinary smackdown based on “Iron Chef.”
An Interview with Cave Canem Prize Winner Iain Haley Pollock Read More »
“Church Going” is an atheist’s poem, an ironic atheist’s poem, and a very good one.
Come A Little Bit Closer Now Baby: Philip Larkin’s “Church Going” Read More »
Habit of mind: when I walk or snowshoe in the falling snow, or watch it descend from inside, lines from snow poems I love come to me. Inevitably, Ralph Waldo Emerson’s “The Snowstorm”––first line tells us, the storm is “Announced by all the trumpets of the sky”.
Come A Little Bit Closer Now Baby: Longfellow’s “Snow-Flakes” Read More »
In just a couple of weeks, thousands from the literary world will descend upon hotels, bookstores, and eateries in Washington, D.C. for the annual conference of The Association of Writers & Writing Programs.
AWP, For the Very First Time Read More »
To the extent that music was part of my childhood, I grew up predominantly on a mismatched diet of twelfth-century lute music (mom’s) and dueling banjos (dad’s).
Top 40 Sweet Cheeks: Cee-Lo, Gwyneth, Dap-dippin’ & the Motown Legacy Read More »
