The Literature of Pestilence
by John V. FlemingIn this time of social isolation, I have revisited several classic plague texts. Continue Reading »
In this time of social isolation, I have revisited several classic plague texts. Continue Reading »
Here I offer gratis a few thoughts about a writing project, in the hope that a writer or two will be inspired. Continue Reading »
Tomie dePaola’s children’s books show a sympathy not only for the child, but for the childlike adult, whose eyes are open to surprise and miracle. Continue Reading »
Pity the satirist: He labors under a double burden. There is, first and foremost, the need to be funny. Whatever kind of laughter the satirist conjures—whether it be queasy or full-out—the jokes have to land. Comedians have no safety net, and the ground is hard-packed. Then there is the . . . . Continue Reading »
Some people acquire foreign languages more easily than others. I, alas, am one of those others. I cannot truly say that I have possession of any foreign language. I have perhaps two hundred or so words of Yiddish—just enough to fool the Gentiles into thinking I know the language, but not . . . . Continue Reading »
Fiction is no longer a useful means of grappling with reality. Continue Reading »
The Old French word ordinarie, meaning “ordinary, usual,” derives from the medieval Latin ordinarius (“customary, regular, usual, ordinary”), which derives in turn from the classical Latin ordo (“row, rank, series, arrangement”). Originally, it had no pejorative . . . . Continue Reading »
In the summer of 1970, Elizabeth Hardwick may have been the best nonfiction prose writer in America, just as Jim Hines was the fastest man alive and Joe Frazier was the heavyweight champion of the world. She was the queen mother of the New York Review of Books, one of its four cofounders and . . . . Continue Reading »
Hemingway’s little-known play Today is Friday is a haunting depiction of Christ's crucifixion. Continue Reading »