The dangers of overwriting

I've just read a devastating review of Donna Tartt's The Goldfinch, written by no other than the writer of reading Like A Writer Francine Prose. It's the more devastating because Prose is a spectacular writer in her own right and someone capable of dissecting prose to its skeletal bits and highlighting past injuries, improper joint…

Please make this true, or how the New York Review of Books changes my life…

I recently treated myself to a subscription to the New York Review of Books. I haven't had one for years. It's an expensive subscription, a bit pricey if you neglect to appreciate the pages of excellent writing therein, but more so because of the time required to read it as deeply as the articles demand. Consequently…

Dear Geist,

How inadequate you make me feel. I simply don't GET you. This morning I opened a free sample of your magazine, mailed to me with a pleading note to renew my subscription, offering a free tote bag if I took you on for three years. The magazine had tempting titles: "why I mastered ukulele"(a favourite…

Hanging loose in Starbucks

I’d just bought a copy of the New York Review of Books and The Literary Review of Canada, plus a copy of the Journey Prize anthology.  They felt pleasingly solid and filled with good things to read and inspire me as they rustled in my “bring your own bag”. I carry one always now, being…