A confession: I bought an e-reader last month. I’d held out for a long time—I’m a natural Luddite, a knee-jerk Luddite—but I live a long way from the library, a two-day Continue reading →

Both in response to the long-awaited warm weather, and in preparation for a workshop I’ll be teaching this summer at the Sarah Lawrence Writing Institute about walking and writing, I’ve been Continue reading →

I write nonfiction books, so I spend most of my time reading fiction. Don’t know why this is, but most books of the type I write I just can’t seem to Continue reading →

Lately I’ve been reading a lot of essay collections in preparation for a new course I’m teaching next year. Two that stand out are Lia Purpura’s Rough Likeness, and Amy Leach’s Continue reading →