I know I'm an old lady now, but really. How many writers who published this year can you rattle off the tip of your collective tongues? We'll throw in 2011, just to be fair. I can name George R.R. Martin in fiction and Garry Wills in non-fiction, and I know most of my readers can name several others - including, perhaps, Barbara Stoner - but how many of them can most of us recognize immediately as household names? Read more about 1962
Last Sunday marked the season premier of Mad Men. I liked it. I didn't love it, but I liked it. It set the stage for the season. I love that the water balloons and dialog came from something real. I was living and working in Chicago in 1966. I was told once not to fraternize with a bus boy (black) who was part of a catering crew. Read more about Take a Little Trip in the Wayback Machine
It's Ostara, in the pagan calendar. It isn't actually the first day of spring. It is "mid-spring," that balancing act when day and night are very nearly the same length.
In homage, therefore, to Eostre, I can't do better than to recommend a visit to Starhawk's classic, . Read more about Another Way
Closed the back cover of two books this week - well, one was on Kindle, so it was just a matter of selecting "Menu." They had taken an inordinately long time to finish for very different reasons. Read more about Recent Reads
I think was my introduction to Loren Eiseley. I was working at the Field Museum of Natural History in Chicago and managed to return quite a bit of my paycheck to them via their well-stocked bookstore.
One particular idea of his has stuck with me. Searching for a meaning for human beings in the world, he struck upon memory. We are the memory of the Earth, he said. We are here to record, to bear witness. Read more about Eiseley
It's a mystery to me (and a large reading public) why Caleb Carr has not followed up on his two wonderful novels (1994) and (1997). Maybe it's because the two more recent novels, and were so badly received. Nevertheless ... Read more about Caleb Carr
Full disclosure. I haven't read these. Or not very many anyway. But they are all on my list of books to read. Someday. If there's time.
- I have read this. Bought it at the Old Manse in Concord, very near the
rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world.
It doesn't cover Washington's presidency, but you get an idea of who he was and of how very close we came to losing that war. Read more about Dead Presidents
I must have been all of 12 or 13 when I first picked up my mother's copy of Sigurd F. Olson's and it has stayed with me ever since. Literally. I spotted that same old ratty copy on the bookshelf a couple of days ago.
Even now the chapter headings ring familiar bells, and I am almost back in my early teens, dreaming of canoes and long tramps in the north woods and magical encounters. The Way of a Canoe, Easter on the Prairie, Pools of the Isabella, Farewell to Saganaga. Read more about The Singing Wilderness
200 years old today! How's it feel? Is there an afterlife? Did you catch any of the movies? Masterpiece Theatre? Who is your favorite Scrooge? Doncha just love Gillian Anderson? and ! I wonder if she has found her ouvre. Read more about Happy Birthday, Charlie!
Saul David Alinsky. I knew the man. Slightly, it must be said - no long lunches or chats over cocktails and dinner, no strolls along Woodlawn Avenue, no meeting of minds during philosophical discussions.
Nothing of the sort. Still, I knew him. Read more about Alinsky