Prose

There's a row of books stashed on a bottom shelf of one of my bookcases where I keep books I intend to read but haven't as yet. I don't even remember where I got some of them, only that when I see them I think, oh, yeah. Wanna read that one some day.

One such is , by Stephen Ambrose, originally published in 1975. Finished it last week. In his introduction, Ambrose wrote, Read more about First They Came For the Trees

Christendom seemed to have grown delirious and Satan might well smile at the tribute to his power in the endless smoke of the holocaust which bore witness to the triumph of the Almighty.

, by Henry Charles Lea. Read more about Are We Also Inquisitive?

Late autumn, early morning. It is cold, mist rising from the forest floor, sheathing the green bamboo trees in the grove, muffling sounds, hiding the Twelve Peaks to the east. The maple leaves on the way here are red and yellow on the ground, and falling. The temple bells from the edge of town seem distant when they ring, as if from another world.

It is as if they can smell the devil's spit; they are almost jostling each other to get into the air, which is mild, damp: a faint scent of leaves, a green-gold, rustling light. He can see that, in the years ahead, treason will take new and various forms. When the last treason act was made, no one could circulate their words in a printed book or bill, because printed books were not thought of.

If breaking my leg last May accomplished nothing else, it has left me with a summer's worth of reading to report on in the Bookhouse. One of these is The Turtle Warrior, by Mary Relindes Ellis, sent to me by my friend Bonnie. Read more about The Turtle Warrior

Open Books, A Poem Emporium

Although it may have changed (I don't even know if the wine bar is still there), this is how it appeared to me when I visited several years ago: Read more about Still There

Horizon Books – On Greenwood - closed

Gone now, but here is a taste of what I found about 15 years ago, in which Robert forecasts the future: Read more about Lost Horizons, I

I was listening last night to the first of a series of lectures from the Great Courses catalog, this one on History of the Ancient World (on sale). And one of the first points the lecturer makes is one with which I have long been fascinated and which it is all to easy for most of us to forget. Read more about The Way We Were

on your point of view.

Wise words, I suppose. So let me do a little thinking about Point of View. Or, P.O.V., as we writers say.

Every story that's told is from someone's point of view. Even works of non-fiction are told from the point of view of the writer, who sifts through mounds and mounds of information and selects those pieces that fit, in some crucial way, into the telling of the tale. Everyone from Herodotus to Gibbon to Caro, from Dante to Melville to George R.R. Martin, has a tale to tell. And every one of them has a point of view.

Let's review: Read more about It All Depends

Once again, pressed for time and short on topic, I offer a list of 5 non-fiction books I hope to read sometime during the coming year.

And now for the dentist. Read more about What's On Your List?