I just finished read Siri Hudsvedt’s second novel, The Sorrows of an American. A really lovely, melancholy, contemplative novel. It took me almost a week to read this book, because it’s a slow-burn book, the kind that requires one’s full concentration at every moment. The narrator, a psychiatrist, reminds me of Lars Gustafsson’s intellectual, solitary characters. Click BOOKNOTES in the sidebar to read all of my book reviews on this blog.
Who needs a social network to persuade her not to do any social networking? I do! Social networking is great. I love it. Too much. Which is why I’m going on a cyber-diet. I’m declaring Tuesday, March 3, a social network-free day, and asking you to join me. Why? Because I’m supposed to be writing a novel, but I spent all of Tuesday setting up a facebook fan page for The Year of Fog (you don’t think I’d miss this opportunity to promote it, do you?), and much of Wednesday discussing fan pages and the like with other writers,...
I’m Twittering my daily writing exercise. Go here to follow. Thanks to the glory that is twitter, you can even have the writing exercises sent to your phone. Oh, technology, how we love thee.
The talented and wonderful Misty Richmond (she’s my sister, but I’d say that even if she weren’t), will be exhibiting her work along with other photographers tonight at the first-ever Fotovisiion SlideSlam in Berkeley. Each photograher will take a few minutes to talk about his or her project, and photos will be displayed in a slideshow on a big screen. Better than a movie, free, and you don’t have to buy the popcorn! (Local businesses provide food and drinks.) Where: 2105 Martin Luther King Jr. Way, Berkeley, CA 94704 When: Thursday, Feb 19, 7:00 p.m. Details at Fotovision
A few days ago, a reader named Christine emailed me the following question: Do you think a person can begin being a writer at age 60? You’re so young and have such a solid educational background in literature. I know I want to write, and have a folder of snippets, unrelated, but think I’m crazy to start at this age! Well, I should admit, first off, that I’m not really that young. I grew up in the South, where a lady is never supposed to reveal her age, but since the publisher of my first novel decided to put...
