Writing in the key of grey: James Salter’s “Dusk and other Stories”

I’ve been reading James Salter’s Dusk and Other Stories, a collection of short stories from Salter’s long career as a contributor to high contemporary fiction. This is literature of the “literature genre,” the genre which insists its not a genre at all, but the sine qua non of writing, as if they were artist of the [...]

Review: Jeanette Winterson, The Stone Gods

So, I’ve finished reading The Stone Gods by Jeanette Winterson, and my reactions are mixed, to say the least.  My primary reaction was one of intense sadness: she really does believe that she’s braving new territory.  She is completely unaware that she’s hacking through a jungle right next to a long, well-trodden road and the [...]

Annoyed at myself for being annoyed at myself for being annoyed at myself…

The other day, I was reading one of my own Journal Entries, trying to remind myself of why I wrote them and get back into the groove of writing them again.  Now that I’m doing freelance work, though, I don’t have as much time to write as I used to.  I have to produce value, [...]

This years Literary Bad Sex awards are out!

And while I agree that Philip Roth’s The Humbling deserves first place, I have to hold a special place in my heart for Ten Storey Love Song: Meanwhile, down in Vaginaland, Mr Condom’s beginning to feel a bit iffy. He’s overheating. For some reason, the shagging seems to be twice as fast this evening, and [...]

Truer words were never written

I’ve been reading Keith Johnstone’s brilliant little book, Impro: Improvisation and the Theater, which as you can probably guess is about acting.  But it’s about much more: it’s about creativity, and teaching, and anthropology, and psychoanalysis, and writing dialogue, all in about 150 pages. Somewhere in the middle of the book he drops this gem: [...]

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