When I was 4 when I was bitten. My parents had taken me to Yellowstone National Park. I remember wooden walkways among geysers. Old Faithful was still faithful then. My...
No one dreams of being a book reviewer when he grows up. You might dream of writing poems or novels or essays or even, if you are perennially picked last...
Janet Malcolm is not an art critic or a literary critic. She's a journalist, and I don't say that with condescension. She's a journalist the way Joan Didion is —...
Joe Hill must get tired of being compared to his father. He writes under a pen name. But when you're a horror novelist and your father is Stephen King, the...
How to write a Charles Simic poem: Go to a café. Wait for something weird to happen. Record mouse activity. Repeat as necessary. (For "mouse," feel free to substitute "cat,"...
How to write a Charles Simic poem: Go to a café. Wait for something weird to happen. Record mouse activity. Repeat as necessary. (For "mouse," feel free to substitute "cat,"...
I recently read David Quammen's "Spillover," a scary, brilliant book about zoonotic diseases. Quammen is a marvelous stylist. But I was dismayed to discover, on page 506, this sentence: "One...
There's that John Cage quote people trot out when you call a piece of art boring — "In Zen they say: If something is boring after two minutes, try it...