Monthly Archives: May 2008

Master of the Delta by Thomas H. Cook

  And here’s my brief review of Thomas Cook’s wonderful, brand new book:     Master of the Delta, Thomas H. Cook, Harcourt, $24.00 The first element that always draws me into a Thomas H. Cook novel is his magnificent … Continue reading

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Interview with Edgar Winner Thomas H. Cook

Thomas H. Cook is one of a handful of contemporary writers who fill me with awe. When I heard he was coming to the store I was absolutely ecstatic, because he’s one of the really great authors around now in any … Continue reading

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Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows?     — Swinburne  

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Dig de Maupassant

Man, do I dig Guy de Maupassant! I don’t think people read him that much any more, or study him, except maybe to translate in French class. I think his present semi-obscurity must be because he his forte wasn’t the … Continue reading

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S.S. Atlantus

  S.S. Atlantus As she hangs out on the bench in front of the drugstore after work, looking out at the ocean, eating a Snickers bar, drinking a diet Pepsi and sort of waiting for Tommy to come by, she … Continue reading

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Onward and Upward With the Arts: An Aesthetic of Unpampered

huh? POETRY NIGHT 7:30 p.m., Crazy Wisdom Bookstore and Tearoom, 114 S. Main St. Poets present an aesthetic of unpampered inspired by the frustrating but ultimately beautiful. Free.

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  Remains   The thought That you’re nowhere But in the earth   Not even Ruined beauty Only simple remains   Lying beyond recapture Falling before achieving This age of ridiculous desire  

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Eastern Western

  Eastern Western   The feet of the dance hall girls shuffle As they can can off the dusty stage Bending to toss their red garters Souvenirs of a paradise That’s always a border away   Wagon wheels turn and … Continue reading

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