Mary Karr: When Poets Write Prose

This blog has been / is still-kind-of, on a six-month (nay, year-long) hiatus while I adjust to the demands of having a real actual full-time job for the first time in about 100 years. But I just finished The Liar’s Club, Mary Karr’s memoir about her terrible Texas childhood, and wanted to make note of …

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Random Family: On showing, telling, and showing up…

I’m working on a piece that takes place in the inner-city, and going back over Random Family, which I read almost a year ago. The book is chock-full of incredible reporting, and clean simple prose that make the breaking heart of the story burst clear-through. Too many scenes and snippets (and even profoundly good exposition) to recount, but I wanted to … Continue reading Random Family: On showing, telling, and showing up…

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This from early in chapter 42. Where Andres the guerrilla is trying desperately to get a message from Robert Jordan to Golz about calling off the attack. Mostly because of the language. But also as a technical matter, to note how he stitches global and individual perspective into same scene.   Now they went fast, swooping … Continue reading More FWTBT