I've always been a bit obsessed with cities. And since I've never had a license, and frankly, prefer to hoof it, walking is the way I experience them. Cultural theorist Michel de Certeau has a brilliant essay on this very topic called "Walking in the City" and though I loved me some theory back in my grad school days, I rarely find myself going back to it to inspire my creative work.
So I was pretty darn delighted to learn about the Flaneur Walk Pamphlet Series, a poetic/conceptual walking tour of a city that is created by ...
I’ve got a project going.
It started one day a few years ago. My friend V and I are skulking around the shelves at Harrison’s Comics in Salem. V is super pregnant and we’re stocking piling stacks of must-reads for her fetus (who ends up being an amazing kid, but that’s getting ahead). The fetus can’t read yet but we’ve decided to gather all the best singles and trades for when she’s old enough to read them
One of the things I look forward to the most is teaching in the YAWP program at Grub Street. Not just because teens are awesome writers (if you haven’t read their work on this blog, you really should), but because they are innovative, they see and seek connections, angles, perspectives that would never occur to me.
I'm the first the admit that my family isn't normal. Of course, we aren't normal in our own special way (as most families are, though I do tend to think that mine tips the crazy scale more than a bit). Let me give you an example. One of our favorite activities is reading aloud the worst romance novels that we can find. Cheesy, melodramatic, adverb-laded, implausibly plotted tales. (When I say "worst" I actually mean "best ever" as in most entertaining.)
One of the things I love about Neil Gaiman's writing is the way in which he can take an old tale, an archetype, a known setting, and spin it into something new and beautiful and relevant.
His newest storybook, Hansel and Gretel is a wonderful example. When I received this in the mail from my favorite online indie bookseller, I could hardly wait to bust open the packaging and see how Gaiman would alter the familiar tale