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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....
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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