An interview with Dorothy Allison, author of the National Book Award finalist "Bastard Out of Carolina."
As I have noted before, Katherine Powers is one really good reason to wade through the sales circulars and other evidence of useless deforestation in our local paper of record on Sundays. Somewhere along the line the powers-that-be at the Globe stumbled on the good sense idea of having Powers in every Sunday. Hurrah, I
The Boston Globe’s David Mehegan wrote a piece on the year-end closing of Avenue Victor Hugo bookshop. Maybe he got Vince McCaffrey’s 4 page press release—which like so many things dedicated booksellers do, flew in the face of conventional wisdom (keep it short). Anyway, Mehegan was properly reverential and sympathetic. But in the end I
I had a conversation with Daniel Mason, the young author of The Piano Tuner and the subject of books we read when we were young came up. I had recently watched Milos Forman’s film version of Ken Kesey’s One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest and was thinking of the other books that were part of
Three very different writers remind me why I don’t lose interest in this ongoing conversation with the literary planet/nation. I’m hoping that’s also why they (these talks) might be viewed as fresh and interesting. I’m not bound to anything but my own curiosity and the call and response riffing that a good conversation that produce
Busy week for me. I’m talking to Dorothy Allison about her republished story collection, editor and poet Jill Bialosky about her fine first novel, House Under Snow, and Mark Winegardner about his short stories and the world of writing, he being the chairman of creative writing at Florida State University…
"I'm a very unprofessional person. All I care about is working with people I like and respect."
One of the good reasons to read the Boston Globe is the appearance of Katherine Powers column, A Reading Life. Always, or almost always on the money, this weeks entry focuses on diariessomething I am acutely interested inas I try for the umpteenth time in my life to keep track of well...Thats the nub of
"Truffaut, Renoir and Godard looked at America, loved the films there and ploughed that love and that knowledge back into French films. No one did that in England."
On the hunt for some older hardcover fiction (Dorothy Allison, Mark Winegardner), I stopped by Avenue Victor Hugo Bookstore on Newbury Street. I was neither shocked nor surprised but indeed saddened, by the news that Vince [McCaffrey] has decided to close his 27-year-old shop by the end of the year. I am sure I will