ReJoyce

ReJoyce

I’ve never read Ulysses. I’ve wanted to. There it is on my to-be-read shelf. But the time has just never been right. However, there’s nothing like a passionate Irish voice to spur me forward. In this case, that of Frank Delaney. He loves this book....
more of this world

more of this world

Nine stories make up New Orleans’ writer Barb Johnson’s wonderful debut collection of linked stories, More of This World or Maybe Another. In the first and title story, Delia is the narrator and we meet her boyfriend Calvin and his sister Charlene, who goes by...
four poems

four poems

I have a folder where I put poems I’ve printed or been given or copied out of books. Maybe someday I’ll put them in a notebook so I’ll think to look in it more often. Three poems were mentioned in connection with the manuscripts we discussed in my...
structure echoes content

structure echoes content

Annie Dillard’s novel The Maytrees [spoiler alert], begins with a short prologue from a storyteller narrator who is hereafter rarely noticed. Its first sentence interestingly begins with the couple not the individuals: “The Maytrees were young long ago.” Although it’s...
so this morning

so this morning

So this morning, at the suggestion of a reader, I took myself outside before I did anything else. Up and out my driveway for a walk–to wake the mind and the body at the same time. Seventy-four degrees in Columbus, Georgia, with a light breeze. Wonderful in the...
the person underneath

the person underneath

Well I’m going to momentarily halt my attempt to reduce the number of books in my to-be-read piles and reread The Maytrees. Because I want to, she sings from the rooftops. In the comments to my first post on the novel, I admitted that when I began reading it, I...