I can't help but wonder how many of the reviewers have simply contrived their headlines to grab our attention in a noisy and cluttered culture, and how many actually believe what they're saying, and are thus perhaps, like mockingbirds.
Summer is winding down. The kids are almost back in school. The trips to the beach are becoming fewer and fewer. Still there is time for one more good beach read and luckily for readers everywhere we have a "peach" of a book by Kim Boykin
The End of the Tour is a careful exploration of one of the most intelligent, observant and complicated minds of the twentieth century. David Foster Wallace had an unmatched appreciation for the minute details of our ever-expanding modern world. And he was able to articulate them.
A glance at celebrity websites and magazines serves to confirm that it is possible to make a living by taking photos of very famous people doing very ordinary things: walking dogs, pumping gas, dropping children off at daycare.
Although there exists much controversy among scholars, the word most likely derives from the Old English gal for "lewd" and"lascivious" (which also gave us quite a "gal," a nineteenth-century British term for a prostitute) rather than the more obvious gai, from Provence in southeastern France, a word which earlier referred to courtly love and its literature.
As an associate editor at Emily Bestler Books, I have a wonderful list of authors, all of whom I adore. They're moms, and former military, and screenwriters, and Australians, and stay-at-home dads. They live in cities and in the country; they are male and female; they're tall and short and in-between.
There are bungee jumpers and skydivers, solitary cliff climbers (they look like ants when you when you see them scaling rock faces from the distance) elite mountaineers, free divers (who don't use tanks), long distance swimmers (who have to worry about sharks), triathaletes and stock car racers.
Singer wanted a translator who wouldn't share the spotlight, and thus began his employment over the years of some 40 unknown women, a few of whom didn't even speak Yiddish.
A great book is a work of love -- not craft, not intelligence, not discipline, but love. And that love expresses itself in this question asked and answered over and over again: What do I most want to say?
A good prediction about how I would feel if I suddenly gained access to the technologies of Star Trek translates into a bad prediction about how they will affect society as a whole. Overlooking hedonic normalization leads us to exaggerate the joyfulness of the future and to overstate the joylessness of the past.
Every author wants his or her book reviewed in a positive manner. Realistically, a book by an unknown author starts out with a small chance of success while that same book and author can gain excellent momentum toward success with a number of positive reviews.
Susie Orman Schnall's novel, The Balance Project, follows the perils of the overworked assistant to America's Darling of Balance, Katherine. Both Lucy and Katherine's stories call into question whether or not women can have it all--both a successful work and family life.
I first met Alice Carbone when we connected about sex and addiction. I spent a lot of my life being addicted and having sex. Then trying to not be addicted and not have sex.
People, may I have your attention, please! It's time for some serious introspection. What makes you a real person? What persona do you show the world? What kind of personality do you have? Are you part of the faceless personnel which make up the world; or do you bring something personal to it?
Before you plunge down the black hole of longing, consider that desire, particularly for an unattainable object, is directly proportional to self-hatred. You want only what you can't have because you hate what you have.
Since I've graduated from college, I've been suffering from horrible writer's block. The kind that makes you lose complete faith in yourself and in your trade.