All in New Books
“Gwenn Carter, vagabond high priestess of the road, captures street-side rides from the West coast to the East and back again in this automotive photo compendium of the good vans, trucks, and low-rider, classic, and debonair cars of Carter’s occasional neighborhoods.”
Fractured fairytales and other amusingly, shockingly distorted retellings. Just the right amount of cheekiness, creepiness, and clever insight about oral tradition.
An aspiring novelist must be a stubborn, irrational, plodding fool.
A successful novelist is a lucky, stubborn, irrational, plodding fool.
Arthur Danto helps me re-appreciate, if not re-capture, some of the nativity’s numinous joy.
"In Bosch's Wayfarer ... a traveler is distracted by a small growling dog while walking the allegorical path of life…."
"One of the stars came unstuck from the firmament and darted in a white streak down the sky.”
We retell the best stories, the ones that resonate, that teach how to be human.
“There were once two little girls who saw, or believed they saw, a thing in a forest.” Thus begins A.S. Byatt’s fairy tale about war.
Presidio is one of those eerie stories in the noir tradition about lost men and women outside society, exiles by temperament and by circumstance.
A dear friend tells me that, by using audio books, she regularly consumes two books a week. I am both astonished and intimidated.
Dread apparition in the sky!
A roaring star is dislodged, is falling toward us, and is burning up the world.
