I am astonished at the staying power of The War of the Roses, which takes a rather dark view on the end of a marriage, and what the process itself does to people. People I meet are convinced that the story is autobiographical.
It wasn't that long ago when I started my business and was so looking forward to the challenges ahead of me. Little did I know that every day would be a challenge and new ones popped-up all the time that I didn't expect.
Woe betide you if you take the malicious little bloodsucker out of the country: The fees and charges can cost you as much as your trip.
When I set out to write The Brick Yard, I had no idea of the journey I was about to begin. I knew I wanted the story to be about more than the world of Mixed Martial Arts fighting.
Kay, my acid-toned and perpetually vexed marketing guru, claimed this week that her daughter Lily was better at book marketing than I am. Which was a bold claim, considering Lily is two weeks old.
A new book by the poet and dramatist Stephen Fife bears witness to the point that sexual abuse occupies a strange place in the American landscape.
Do some authors prostitute themselves to make a living creating stories that sell to the masses, rather than writing "their story" directly from the heart? That is the question of the day and one that I've asked myself repeatedly a thousand times.
1. My wife ticks me off for answering emails during dinner; 2. I am at work for 18 out every 24 hours; 3. I love buying records in th...
The problem is we've reached 'Like' saturation. Every time we access social media we're asked to comment, follow, respond, reply, and share. To like is to associate, to comment is to involve ourselves, to share is to take ownership.
As a gay mother I've had to be discerning because many children's books include a mother and father, and have often thought about writing some of my own to reflect his upbringing.
It's not that I don't like talking to people; I was once a stand up comic, so I'm not exactly shy and retiring. It's just that it's so bloody soulless. Frankly I would rather gargle leftover lipo fat than network.
There is statistical evidence showing that adult women read more novels than men, attend more book clubs than men, use libraries more than men, buy more books than men, take more creative writing courses than men, and probably write more works of fiction than men. If women suddenly stopped reading, the novel would nearly disappear.
Writers live a solitary existence, much like a tiger, but at least tigers get to meet other tigers during mating season.
I had a novel published at the end of 2010, almost exactly four years ago. Here's an actual question we asked ourselves after its release: Should we also put out an ebook edition? This got me thinking about Amazon.
If I don't publish X by age 27, I'm finished. As I passed 27, then 37 and finally 40, I began to take a longer view about publishing careers and realized how silly it was to think that authorship possessed some sort of expiration date.
We should do more to help potential entrepreneurs in places where domestic economies are too weak to assist. If we give this effort a higher priority in our country's foreign policy, we can create a healthier balance of world commerce.
The Story of My Teeth, on every level, is obsessed with artifice and the slipperiness of identity. Now translated by Christina MacSweeney, in collaboration with Luiselli, the book mimics her own play with authorial identity. In the book, Gustavo Sánchez Sánchez, also known as Highway, claims to be writing a “dental autobiography,” though the question of whose words we’re actually reading later becomes complicated.