Tag Archives: American Literature

The White Whale

Posted on July 7, 2017 by

I am listening to the audiobook of Moby Dick.  It’s madness, of course.  In Melville’s day there was a different term for madness, monomania.  You can look it up.  We would call it obsession.  Obsession is interesting to writers.  We … Continue reading →

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“So it goes.”

Posted on June 28, 2017 by

Since there isn’t anyone reading this blog, I think I will please myself alone and write about MY writer, the writer who wrote things for me, though he may not have known he was writing for a chubby girl in … Continue reading →

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“Write What You Know”

Posted on June 26, 2017 by

It’s the first and last rule of writing classes, but in the words of Montaigne, “What do I know?”  That’s one of the problems with the rule, one of the mysteries (if I put it more properly).  Writers don’t really … Continue reading →

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Well, It’s Over!

Posted on June 24, 2017 by

The Bookish Affair 2017 just wrapped, and before the Crazy Squirrel and Kahlua kick in, I must blog about a book our outstanding keynote speaker Robert Wilder mentioned.  You guessed it–The Great Gatsby. I’m planning to do two different entries … Continue reading →

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Master Class

Posted on June 22, 2017 by

Perhaps you suspect you are about to read about F. Scott Fitzgerald.  Good guess, but no.  I will write about that incomparable work soon, but here I am going to write about a book I fell in love with when … Continue reading →

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