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Here are links to some of Anneli's latest articles:

A list of recent editions of "Press Here," my monthly East Bay Express literary column:

My review of The Master Butchers Singing Club, the new Louise Erdrich novel, for the San Francisco Chronicle:


During interviews, novelists have been known to talk about how the fictional characters they create take on lives of their own. They walk. They talk. They cheekily redirect the writer: "No way, silly, I would do this but never that."...


My review of Child of My Heart, the new Alice McDermott novel, for the San Francisco Chronicle:

Some novels make you sad. That's why they're there. It is those novels' raison d'etre, the method by which their authors show their chops, wrenching your guts and then standing back with their hands in their pockets as you weep...
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My review of The Immortal Dinner for the San Francisco Chronicle:


One afternoon in 1817, a young man sat in his London home eagerly awaiting his guests. It was three days after Christmas, freezing, with night falling early, and the host, who fancied himself one of the greatest painters of his age, anticipated an evening of diamond-sharp discourse, drunken high jinks and recitations of poetry so stunning, so new, as to make history. He got his wish....


My article on folk-art collectors and really expensive weathervanes in ARTnews:

At Christie's Rockefeller Center last January, a late-19th-century weathervane shaped like a squirrel came up for auction. The molded-copper creature sat on its haunches, sharp ears erect, nut clenched between its paws, with a great plume of a tail arching high above its head. Patched bullet holes formed stark white scars against a minty patina. Someone—maybe several someones—had taken potshots at the squirrel. Nevertheless, it sparked the day's biggest surprise, launching a fierce bidding war and finally selling for $292,000....


My review of Kien Nguyen's novel The Tapestries in the San Francisco Chronicle:

U.S. authors are going through a phase. Its major symptom is writing books about grandparents. This springs, maybe, from anomie and the cultural anemia with which one tends to diagnose one's generation. Values? Hardship? Three-day funerals? What does today's young writer know of those? From Rick Bragg to Sandra Cisneros, the word is out. Unlock the attic. There the drums and guns lie, the costumes, the rich raw dialogue our generation is too cynical to speak....


My book column in Crime Magazine:

Depravity takes on a whole new meaning in this tale of a killer who turned his own son into a sex slave, then as the boy grew the father turned him first into a pimp, then into a partner in crime....


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