Of the million and a half words (at least a million and a half) that Howard Frank Mosher published, the sentence I think...|
An interview in which I reveal my favorite children’s book, what I did before I became a novelist, and my response to one very garish dust jacket
Over the holidays, I was interviewed about my work and “The Sleepwalker” by Laura Hamlett of Playback St. Louis. I thought her questions...|
The bug wasn’t Gregor Samsor-big. We’re not talking Kafkaesque. But in my memory it was the size of a cat. It was vaguely...|
Dear Friends Who Read and Readers Who Are Friends, When I finish a novel and the book works — and heaven knows that’s...|
If you’re reading this, it means you survived Black Friday. You think I’m kidding. I’m not. Black Friday can be terrifying. You don’t...|
Dear Friends Who Read and Readers Who Are Friends, I’ve been asked a lot this summer what I’m reading, especially from readers who...
John Gardner was thrown from his motorcycle and died the year before his book, The Art of Fiction, was published in 1983. Consequently,...
Forty-seven years ago tonight, December 24th, the three astronauts from the Apollo 8 mission to the moon were approaching the lunar sunrise. Yes,...
Unless you have been living under a rock — or in self-imposed isolation with Boo Radley — you have probably watched the ballyhooed...|
Here is today’s profound meaning-of-life question: Is it better to have a serious gastrointestinal meltdown at 35,000 feet in the rear bathroom of...|