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,...
Fifty-two years ago, on 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...|
It was 13 years ago this autumn that I vomited in front of a lovely reading group from Illinois. When I’m with a...|
My late father used to ask me why I go on book tours. “Do you really sell enough books to make it worth...|
This is the time of the year when we are most likely to hear “Abraham, Martin and John” on the radio. You know...|
There is a moment in one of my older novels in which a couple gets a little randy beside a Christmas tree on...|