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                        On Tuesday, September 16 the Italian novelist, Elena Ferrante, will be discussed at the The Center for Fiction in mid-town Manhattan. The panel will consist of the novelists Roxana Robinson and Stacey D’Erasmo and Ferrante’s exceptional translator, Ann Goldstein who is also an […]


Originally written as a short story, “Anaconda” became a chapter in Bright Angel Time, my first novel.  I wrote it a long time ago and hadn’t looked back until I had the lovely chance to hear “Anaconda” read by Lindsay Crouse.  She read it to an audience at The Getty Center in Los Angeles and […]


Elizabeth Benedict has edited this wonderful collection.  Here is a list of some lovely news concerning it: 1.  Amazon has made the book one of its TOP 10 Book Gifts for Mother’s Day, along with Kate Atkinson’s Life After Life, Lean In, and The Interestings. 2.  SLATE RADIO has just posted the audiotape of the […]


Recently my daughter read Our Town with her 7th grade English class.  From the pages of the book fell an email from my cousin, Charles McPhee, dated 10/08/2009 — one year and seven months, to the day, before he would die of ALS, the illness that had already ravaged him by this point.  The email […]


An ad in Polish showcasing the bounty of Montana’s land.  It was created by the Milwaukee Road which the year before had completed its transcontinental line and needed to populate the route.  The word of Montana’s riches was spread across the US and throughout Europe.  It worked, helped by the Enlarged Homestead Act of 1909 […]


“Yes,” he thinks. “I should never have let myself get out of the habit of prayer.” He turns from the window. One wall of the study is lined with books. He pauses before them, seeking, until he finds the one which he wants. It is Tennyson. It is dogeared. He has had it ever since […]


(One Pleasure A Day : Co-posted with Année Kim) For pleasure and thought, Année sent me Joan Didion‘s At The Dam, a brief essay written in 1970.  Année emailed it to me in the middle of the night, both of us sleepless and ready to enjoy perfect sentences and notions of our impermanence and vulnerability. […]