So You Want To Be A Writer

So you ‘re thinking that writing would be a great gig; you would be your own boss, forget “The Man,” and make a bunch of money. All you’d have to do is make up stories, which would be sorta like lying, the talent you used to have with your Mom when she figured you were…

Let the Mothers and Fathers Speak

I’m afraid I’ve become jaded. Rarely do the newest of fiction and nonfiction books, and even poetry, speak to me as they once have. Lately I’ve had to force myself to read them, something you might glean from the rare reviews I’ve been posting. What’s wrong? Is it me? Have I simply read too many…

Wars of the Annunaki, by Chris Hardy – Part 2 My last post on this book, written halfway though the reading posed a lot of questions, some prescient, some unwarranted, some remaining unanswered. First let me set the stage for Professor Hardy’s project here: She has examined texts of both Sumerian language and the later…

The River of Literature and Truth

This quote speaks to the enduring life behind literature. Literature is kind of like religious scripture; it manifests enduring truths and values wrapped in the clothing of its various eras, whereas the various scriptures are frozen in the time of their writing. “I can’t speak for readers in general, but personally I like to read stories…

Taking on Today’s Sophists

Plato At The Googleplex – Why Philosophy Won’t Go Away, by Rebecca Newberger Goldstein There are times when I want a challenging read, and when Goldstein’s book came out, with hot to tepid reviews, I knew I had to read it. Philosophy, you see, has been an interest of mine for quite a while, particularly…

Looking for the Universal in Literature

  It’s so very tempting as a writer to have an agenda, to put your own personal set of ethics up front in whatever your write. This is the thrust of many religious writers, who get a serious case of “feel-good” by doing so. But are you underestimating your readers in doing this? Take Tolstoy, for…

Sometimes Telling the Truth Hurts

  One of the reasons readers seem so obsessed with nonfiction, I think, is that we all know that revealing our individual embarrassments hurts. We want to bare our souls about the things we keep hidden, but even thinking of doing so hurts. So we turn to those brave souls who have done this through…