When I was a boy, my parents’ New Year’s Eve parties were not precisely chaotic studies in dissolution and debauchery, but once when...|
by Chris Bohjalian HE LEANED AGAINST THE cement wall, a father who was no longer young with a daughter who was, and listened...|
The novel, “Midwives,” 20 years later: What was the early reaction to the novel like? Has it changed over time?
It was twenty years ago that “Midwives” was published: 1997. Seinfeld was still on the air. The Spice Girls had two of the...|
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,...