In Praise of Grace Paley
The iconic short story writer and essayist Grace Paley died yesterday at her home in Vermont. I have long been an admirer of her work,… Read More »In Praise of Grace Paley
The iconic short story writer and essayist Grace Paley died yesterday at her home in Vermont. I have long been an admirer of her work,… Read More »In Praise of Grace Paley
“I would have written a shorter letter, but I did not have the time.” Blaise Pascal
Writing a book is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement; then it becomes a mistress, and then it becomes… Read More »A Toy and an Amusement
I’ve just finished reading the ARC of Michael Ondaatje’s extraordinary new novel Divisadero, which will be published in May. The book begins with a harrowing familial violence on a farm in Petaluma and ends in another country at another time. San Francisco residents will recognize the title, which is the street where the novel’s overriding consciousness, Anna, lives as an adult. I say “overriding consciousness” because, while Anna narrates some portions of the novel, there are also large swaths of omniscience, as well as points at which the omniscient narrator collides, unexpectedly, with Anna’s voice.
Years after the violence that shatters her family, Anna moves to France to temporarily inhabit the home of Lucien Seguro, a famous French poet. After a detailed and arresting account of the lives of Anna, her sister Claire, their father, and a cardsharp named Coop who was raised alongside the two girls, the novel’s focus shifts to Lucien: his upbringing in the French countryside, his affection for a neighbor woman, Marie-Neige, and her husband Roman, his childhood. Slowly and brilliantly, these stories intersect, held together by a man named Rafael, who becomes Anna’s lover in France.
This is a story about orphans, and about events that drastically alter the landscape of family. It is a patient, gentle book. Ondaatje writes truthfully and unflinchingly about desire. One of the most memorable aspects of the novel is his portrayal of parent-child relationships, particularly between mothers and sons.Read More »Divisadero, by Michael Ondaatje
The man next door, our neighbor, is behaving badly or so it seems to me. This is not a good thing, I think. How can… Read More »Over There
by Steven Gillis
At first Antonia thought of a shipwreck. The boy and the girl peeled off their clothes, but they were on their knees in the middle… Read More »Bugaboo
by Jenny Pritchett
She stands on one leg at the front door in the heavy dusk, balances the paper bag of groceries on her knee, and fumbles for… Read More »Delectable Waters
by Anita Garner
The list of the things I did for him is inside the black silk envelope. The black silk envelope is in the top left drawer… Read More »Sharper
by Jackie Shannon-Hollis
I live in a triangle. It’s exactly 213 square miles. It’s a place of Indian curses, ghostly apparitions, cattle mutilations, gigantic snakes, low-flying UFOs, huge… Read More »I Live in a Triangle
by Stephen MacKinnon
She pulled her girls in a carriage behind her bike. Their plastic high heels and necklaces clicked. The river was in the distance. So was… Read More »The Double
by Laura Schadler