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But what if you tire of the glories of Paris? ... The answer is not to pack your bags and move on to the next urban wonderland. It's to stay in Paris- and visit France.
I'm a Poet in the Schools. You know, like the music teacher. Only I roam classroom to classroom with pencils, paper, word tickets and student poems.
I'm not opposed to e-Readers. I can see the appeal of them, especially for commuters. But for the first time I realized, as a reader, a very big drawback to these devices, and that is -- nobody can tell what you're reading.
Mona Simpson's latest novel, My Hollywood, is an honest and poetic exploration of why caring for a child -- whether by a mother or a nanny -- still just can't get the respect it deserves.
Instead of simply teaching people to have 'healthy' marriages, marriage counseling taught Americans to define marriage itself as a healthy state of being.
In case you missed it, The Jewish Hall of Fame just got bigger. The latest addition is a superstar: Shakespeare.
It's one thing to borrow an emotion, or a belief from someone, for one's writing, but an actual physical trait? It feels a little bit like stealing.
Khamenei and I had been cell mates together in 1974 at the Komiteh Moshtarak, a security prison used under the Shah, whom we had both opposed. This is a story I tell, along with others, in my memoir Letters to My Torturer.
I called Barbara and said, "I'm writing a series of blogs on the theme of surrender, because I can't do it. But I think you do."
During these times of economic anxiety and foreign wars, Adam J. Roth provides us with a respite from the madness in the form of a children's book that should be read by families everywhere.
"You are my destiny," Richard Burton wrote to Elizabeth Taylor, in one of the many passionate and lyrical letters quoted in this superb biography.
Two publishing industry titans smashed into each other last week, and it couldn't have come sooner.
It's summer. Some people are reading Larsson or re-reading Proust. Instead, I spent last week curled up with Jennifer Egan.
I didn't write my book with any intention of it becoming an international bestseller, landing on the NY Times Bestseller list. I wrote my way through a crisis because as a writer, that's how I process life.
It is not too soon to ask: What form or forms will the practice of human reproductive cloning take? What purposes will it serve; what needs will it satisfy?
My friend recently lent me her copy of Patti Smith's Just Kids, her memoir of her relationship with Robert Mapplethorpe--the story of their love and life as artists.
If the only real option left is to work in advertising, shilling Shrek 11, why would anyone bother? Certainly, people don't fantasize about moving to LA to make viral Pampers commercials.
I read a post on author Tayari Jones' blog on author Tayari Jones' blog earlier this month that hasn't left my mind. She asks why books by black writers aren't considered universal.
In here, like out there I think, what books you've read lately is a kind of cultural Rorschach test that determines what crew you belong to, what you stand for and believe in.
