Recently I was invited by the California Writers Club to attend a talk at their Long Beach location. This club was founded in 1909, is one of the olde...
With the catastrophic clothing factory collapse in Bangladesh, I'd read about the question of why making clothes wasn't more automated, and somebody saying, "Nothing beats human hands."
My book is a continuation of my work on giving voices to marginalized peoples, groups, and communities. The theme that stitches all of the essays together to create a colorful tapestry is the intersection of sexuality and ethnicity.
Give one of these three books a try and see if they spark your tastebuds the way that they spark mine. I'd be surprised if you're not at the supermarket by page 50.
I read Things Fall Apart to find my past, but it defined my future. It helped me recognize the beauty of the English language and prepared me for life in a way that no book had ever done before.
Emotional intensity and hardship are hallmarks of Khaled Hosseini's novels of Afghanistan, and his third novel, And the Mountains Echoed is no exception.
On my first day at Tin House (and during cocktail hour), I anxiously asked Williams what she was reading/what I should be reading. Don DeLillo's Point Omega, she told me.
What does it mean to have a voice, one that from the first line grabs you and remains with you long after the last one? A strong, unique voice aligned with all the elements of life? Such is the question I have been mulling over of late.
A lot of my bookworm qualities and habits stem from a childhood surrounded by and bolstered by the stacks of books my mother read. While the whole family was distinctly bookish -- we really have more books than is healthy -- my mom was book hoarder in charge.
When that eureka moment hits you though, what happens next? That huge PDF file on your computer isn't going to leap out and sell itself. You have to know how to put it out to your audience and go through the steps you need to take to get it ready for consumption.
When a key character in a novel is passive and/or modest, that spells trouble for the book -- right? Not necessarily.
A seemingly boring protagonist ...
Maybe it certifies me as an old fogey even at 33, but I actually enjoy the Dewey Decimal System, and the associated process of flipping through books with your hands to see if the title you seek is or is not in the right place. There is something therapeutic and educational about that.
As someone whose heroes are almost exclusively literary, it is hard to describe the emotions I felt discovering the love affair that occurred in the summer and fall of 1851 between Emily Dickinson and Herman Melville.
Radio Silence is full of great writers chronicling musically-induced epiphanies and musicians recounting ecstasies bred by verse and prose. Fans of both will feel giddy at this blurring of the lines between artist and audience.
It makes me sad to see the education of the heart -- the real core of any worthwhile English curriculum -- gutted for the sake of global competition, and to see teachers once again take the hit for "dummied down" education.
Anybody who's kept up with my blog (sup, Mom) knows that I've been reading a little bit of David Shields lately. What you don't know is how totally his books have bowled me over.
What's not a great literary secret is that depending, as usual, on whether you're, say, a Robert Redford (1974 version) or Leonard DiCaprio (2013 version) fan, Hollywood has never yet done justice to The Great Gatsby.
To get the Jewish side of the story, I paid a visit to the Purim carnival at the San Francisco Jewish Community Center to hear from Jews in their natural habitat.