Knocked out the book Burial Rites by Hannah Kent this week for book club. It’s a first novel, not a bad novel, and we’ll see…

Are you familiar with this term, Woo? No? Short for the duplicative Woo-Woo, this pithier condensation Woo is some internet slang for all things spiritual.…

And another thing about Cannery Row. There’s something proto-beat about this book. A fast, loose style, a little wordplay, a piling on of adjectives, a…

It’s what we do, us former English Majors. We nit-pick, we analyze, we sift through layers like dusty-headed archaeologists. Digging for theme, imagery. Praying for…

So I’ve got this stack of books I’ve read. They’ve all been put down–like one does with a lame beast–but not put to rest. They…

Hey man, how many times have I told you this? Why don’t you believe me? For the last time, I’m not a fantasy guy. Nothing…

“Every summer I fight the dream of running away.” It was a decade and a half back when I wrote that, on another sweaty night…

A friend of mine from the last life taught me that the best way to know a new place is through spine-cracking a good book. …

Here’s a book I never thought I’d read. Not that I was against it, quite the opposite, I thought I should. Twain’s been on my…

Much as I hate moving, a new home does bring hope for a new garden. Spade in hand, I survey my new domain, looking for…