Miss Fuller, A True Gem of a Book
I admit that although I may not judge a book by its cover, I’m a pushover for a book that just begs to be at
I admit that although I may not judge a book by its cover, I’m a pushover for a book that just begs to be at
Two Civil War Novels: I Shall Be Near to You and Neverhome Erin Lindsay McCabe and Laird Hunt each envision the American Civil
We shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but can we judge a reader by the titles on those covers? Are we what we read? If you
April is National Poetry Month. Once again, we appear to be a nation of “let’s not overdo it.” Just as we annually enjoin our fellow
A note to my fellow book club members and others who have books they have cleverly avoided reading: We hearty readers of the Clayton Community
I have just posted Ann Ronald’s review of The Girl on the Train, a thriller mystery by British author Paula Hawkins. It reminded me of another piece
This week Bookin’ with Sunny published Ann Ronald’s review of Hisham Matar’s Return, a novel about Libya, family, beauty, and terrorism. American readers and most
THE BOOKSELLER A fun part of running a book review website is publishing two reviews of the same book. I was far more ambivalent about
SWEET PROMISED LAND AND ROBERT LAXALT, THE STORY OF A STORYTELLER Aside from Mark Twain’s Roughing It, Robert Laxalt’s, Sweet Promised Land (1957, 2007) is
Saints, Sinners, and Sovereign Citizens: The Endless War over the West’s Public Lands A journalist’s look at Clive Bundy and others who rebel against federal
I have read and greatly admired all of Susan Vreeland’s novels describing actual artists and their struggles with artistic creation. In particular, I think she
Wow! What a roller coaster ride! Clinging to the painted cars, looping up and down on contorted rails, twisting and turning, are the hedge fund
Reading the book cover, I learned I would be following in the footsteps of Gabriella Mondini, and I assumed I would be tracing a map
Henry Porter’s The Bell Ringers is set in England’s future, the very immediate future. Next week? Next month? Next year? It isn’t science fiction; rather,
Old Jules and East of Eden meet William Faulkner and Cormac McCarthy. Czech family tensions in rural America. Brothers and bad blood. Pulsing, metaphoric prose.
Last evening I was talking with two poet friends about the term ‘niche writer.’ We agreed that formula prose is a lesser sort of creation,
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