My Eyes Are Wuthering: Trying to Read Impenetrable Dialect

Looking at the photos from my alma mater’s Final Exercises (and trying to forget that my 20-year reunion is next year), I am reminded of something my high school English teacher once told me. After I’d read Jane Eyre – still one of my favorite books – I tried to take up Wuthering Heights. Before Read more about My Eyes Are Wuthering: Trying to Read Impenetrable Dialect[…]

No Sleep in Brooklyn for the Vigilante Copy Editor

Yesterday’s New York Times features a piece about a vigilante copy editor who roams the sculpture park at Brooklyn’s Pratt Institute. Check out the story here. The vigilante’s mission is to repair the many grammatical and punctuation issues that afflict the placards in front of the artwork. No one knows whether this is the work Read more about No Sleep in Brooklyn for the Vigilante Copy Editor[…]

Mother stories go for the gut

In my last post, I argued that in the ultimate show-down between writing and story, the story wins the prize as the more vital component of story-telling. It is the story, after all, that interests people, not writing. You can be the most technically proficient writer on the planet, or the most eloquent, and still Read more about Mother stories go for the gut[…]