At the airport Nadia Rasmussen just discovered a handwritten, leather-bound diary describing the author’s experience living among the Tarahumara Indians in the mountains of Northern Mexican.
In her late sixties, Granny Baxter just stumbled across the love of her life. Problem is, Bernie Mangerelli, who sold lingerie and woman's underwear for the better part of forty years, is a hapless ne’er-do-well and gold digger. Or is he?
Harriet Comstock, who would put most contemporary writers to abject shame, was one of the finest novelists of the late eighteen hundreds. If so, then why is she long-forgotten and seldom, if ever, read?
At his ten-year, high school reunion Glen Stottlemeyer shares a dinner table with Helene Fischer, a successful book editor and learns how their lives parallel those of the fictional characters in the Victorian novel Helene is publishing.
Ruth Ostrowski’s midlife crisis hadn’t arrived in the normally prescribed manner. Rather, it snuck up on her incrementally, bushwhacked her with night sweats and sent her caterwauling toward menopause and the outer rim of her twilight years.
Jason Devlin’s family is falling to pieces. Clarice Copparelli, a middle-aged neighbor, offers a way station where he can stop for a rest and refurbish his damaged faith in humanity.
Since returning from the war in Vietnam, Mickey Pisludski wears a chain of armor piercing, machine gun shells draped around his thick neck. Like so many gold, sharks’ teeth, the shells fan out across a khaki T-shirt with a gash under the left armpit.
Susan Glaspell (1876 – July 28, 1948) was an American playwright, novelist, journalist and actress, who founded the Provincetown Players, the first modern American theatre company.
“Nok. Nok. Nok. Aram noks but nobody seams home.” Abi Petrosyan, an Armenian auto mechanic who emigrated from Azerbaijan in central Asia, just joined a creative writing workshop and things aren’t going well.
Of all the inspiring Victorian writers, Thomas Hardy ranks at the top of the list.
Students at Riverton High School are celebrating black heritage week. The English teacher, Alex Fulton, intends to comply with the school’s agenda but on his own terms not those of Melba Jackson, the DEI chairperson.
In his day William Somerset Maugham, who grew up poor, was the wealthiest writer in England. His novel, Of Human Bondage, was a literary masterpiece as were many of his unforgettable short stories.
Eighty year-old Morris Abrams can talk perfectly well but prefers not to, while Maureen Crowley prepares for an elaborate wedding she has no intentions of attending. What’s going on here?
No American author has ever duplicated the distinctive ‘voice’ or sensibilities of the Armenian-American short story writer, William Saroyan.
Screwie Louie, the fourteen-pound Lhasa apso, is the perfect sounding board for Otis Sander’s misanthropic pronouncements regarding a world gone ever so slightly berserk.
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