#WhatImReadingNow : Angels and Ages

There is no greater divide in life than the one between kids for whom the experience of learning to read is a painful or tedious one, whose rewards are remote if real, and those for whom the experiences of reading and writing are addictive, entrancing, overwhelming,...

The Personal Essayist

Recently a friend of mine who has been blogging for years emailed me for some advice. “Can you recommend some great essayists?” he asked. He wanted to take his writing to the next level. “I’m not talking about reportage.” It’s an interesting distinction. Writing in...

The Writer’s Defining Twitch

I have just started Joseph Brodsky’s book On Grief and Reason. Let me say I have only read one essay in a collection of thirty, and I flipped through the book, sizing up the chapters, actually counting the pages, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7—yes, this one’s good, it only has...

Making a Mosaic

My friend Beth is a writer. I’ve learned so much from her—from watching her work through her MFA program, from discussing writing with her, from reading books she recommends, from reading her work. Most recently, this: Wrangling an Elusive Essay Form: Mosaic. Stained...