No winners for Contest #17. The solution was the Angus Bowmer Theater at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in Ashland. My fond memories of that place
I started thinking of my dad last night, and I needed to hear this song. This is Leonard Cohen, performing it live in Poland in
Ann Friedman, who’s spent more time thinking about this than I have, came out with a handy Disapproval Matrix today. I can’t say if she’s found
Leni Riefenstahl’s life, to whatever degree it was horrible or wonderful, will always be linked with her direction of two films for the Third Reich: Olympia
No winners for the last contest. The location was the French Quarter, New Orleans. No points this round. On to the next contest. The first
The first, most honest, and initially least helpful answer I can toss your way is “Damned if I know.” It’s one of those questions where
I certainly hope so. (From Dactyl Review) Dismantle the Sun (Booktrope, 324 pages) is literary, but if you are looking for a novel of bright sunshine,
I’m particularly fond of “Jayus” and “Tartle”, and hope to be instrumental in introducing them into the American English lexicon. (From Maria Khordorkovksy) Mamihlapinatapei From
I write to music. I’ve never conducted any sort of survey to see how common that is among fiction writers, but I do it. The
A couple of guys detonate homemade bombs at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. A fertilizer plant in Texas blows up. An Elvis Impersonator