Early reader? Let's just say that had the word had currency in the L.A. of the Fifties, I'd have been the girl with the big dictionary on her lap trying to find "dyslexia." Since I couldn't read it'd never have occurred to me that I'd become a writer.
A dentist Ray Testa, who is 58, leaves his wife Angie, to run off with his 31year-old hygienist, Shelby. At the wedding he announces: "I now belong to an incredibly exclusive club. There are not many men who can say that they're older than their father-n-law."
My NYU grad students and I presented our collaborative film Tar at the Rome Film Festival. What they accomplished is fairly unprecedented and hasn't been done by any group of students at any film school. At least as far as I know, and I teach at a bunch of them.
I have written things in appalling circumstances. In the worst motels, on scraps of paper and envelopes. And oftentimes the reduced circumstance takes me to creative places I wouldn't go otherwise.
A friend suggested I pull together a reading list for the summer. I had a hard time taking her seriously. She's one of the smartest, best-read people ...
In the late '70s, you couldn't go anywhere without seeing the red cover of The Stories of John Cheever the Pulitzer Prize winning collection of the writer's stories that had been delighting readers of The New Yorker for decades.
A few years ago it was announced that Justin Cronin's next project would be a vampire novel. Many readers found it difficult to believe. In honor of its paperback release, I spoke with Justin last week.
I recently visited the Hirschhorn Library in Washington last week and saw an exhibit of the French artist Yves Klein's work titled "Yves Klein: With the Void, Full Powers".
This summer, I'm thinking Reading Lite. An iced drink, (make mine an Arnold Palmer). A cool breeze. A careful application of sunscreen. A thin book, so I can get through it and still grab some zzzs. Books like these.
The survival strategy of self-publishing was adopted by the screenwriter David Patrick Pabian, author of Leatherstone, an arresting, modern day riff on Mary Shelly's Frankenstein.
Let's give Dad a book that no one else in his crowd is getting. A book that will put ideas in his head, delight his senses and provide him with something fascinating to say. Like these...
The Strange Charms of John Cheever
Edmund White
The New York Review of Books
"Cheever: A Life"
by Blake Bailey
Knopf/Vintage, 770 pp., $35.00; $16.9...
Never again in our history will citizens be forced to live segregated lives, not according to race at any rate. Yet once, not so long ago, this reality was a difficult to oppose matter of course.
In August of 1978, [Nicola Nikolov] wrote, heart in hand, two-page long, well-written, typed letters to a small number of American novelists, with ful...
I cried when I found out that John Cheever died in 1982. And now with few readers, the paradise that is Cheever's writing is at risk of being a lost paradise.