Sifting through the dirt to get to the gold
He stood a stranger in this breathing world, An erring spirit from another hurled; A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped. By choice the perils he by chance escaped David Lurie may not be a morning person, or a man built for marriage, or even a man of many talents for that matter... Continue Reading →
"Dear Son! I am being honest but not honest enough. Once up in Minnesota I saw a three-legged bobcat, a not quite whole bobcat with one leg lost to a trap. There is the saw about cutting the horse's legs off to get him in a box. The year it happened to me the moon... Continue Reading →
"Rob Ford showed the world many faces, all real but none really him. He is a jumble of contradictions: attention seeker and shy loner; bully and kind-hearted friend; a savvy politician who can't comprehend much of what happens around him; the self proclaimed 'best mayor this city has ever had' and the guy with such... Continue Reading →
"He stopped once I pulled out my tape recorder and asked about the murders. Then it was those whirling wheels that had his full attention. People got such a charge from seeing their names in print. Proof of existence. I could picture a squabble of ghosts ripping through piles of newspapers. Pointing at a name... Continue Reading →
Many relationship experts say that the attainment of love is not a sprint, it is a marathon, or hurdles or perhaps a steeplechase for you track and field aficionados. But what happens when you can't get off the starting blocks at the firing of the gun. For Mark Tame his world is about to drastically... Continue Reading →
"It offended his sense of proportion and economy to throw away a ninety-percent serviceable string of lights. It offended his sense of himself, because he was an individual from an age of individuals, and a string of lights was, like him, an individual thing. No matter how little the thing had cost, to throw it... Continue Reading →
Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha is an appropriate title for this book. This stream of consciousness narrative puts you into the mind of a ten-year old where at one moment you can be interpreting one thing and at a drop of a hat you can become fixated on another. The author channels his inner child,... Continue Reading →
"But that's where art comes from, he said: life stories. Art history comes along only much later. That's what art is, he said, the story of a life in all its particularity. It's the only thing thing that really is particular and personal. It's the expression of and, at the same times, the fabric of... Continue Reading →
"Without an author, a novel wouldn't be written, but without a reader, a novel would have no effect. Without readers, novels can't be. We don't only read novels - we create them. A novel makes us laugh or cry, it gives us good or bad ideas and it enriches or impoverishes us. Characters, just as... Continue Reading →
"Will was convinced that winter semester at Dartmouth was good for only two indoor activities: studying and playing pool. Well, maybe a third, but in Will's limited time on campus, he was still working on the third indoor activity.' It's no wonder you guys are such good students up here,' Will was known to say. 'These winters drive... Continue Reading →
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