reading & writing

February 2021

The 24-Hour Room virtual writers space The 24-Hour Room my new, free, virtual writers space
In response to the horrors and isolation of 2020, I started a free virtual writers space in early January. The idea began at the end of 2020, partly inspired by some writers who craved an ongoing community after taking the online, pandemic version of my Novel Workshop at A Public Space. Then, came January 6, and I felt I needed to do something or I would implode with uselessness and helplessness. By January 20, I had figured out the idea and Google Sites well enough to launched The 24-Hour Room in beta. Twenty days later, I've gotten 150 people to join. We usually have at least seven people co-writing in silence at a few different sessions a day. My dream is for the space to grow enough that people are on it all the time, and whenever someone feels they need that company, that accountability group, or whatever they’re getting out of it, no matter where they are, there’s a place to go and write with like-minded souls. My slogan: It’s like that coffee shop you can’t write in anymore, but quieter. And everybody here gets you.

August 2014

To celebrate the publication of WHEN THE WORLD WAS YOUNG, I posted a nonfiction story called BROOKLYN RULES, about the harsher side of growing up in Brooklyn, on my Twitter feed.

June 2014

Elefanten sieht man nicht Elefanten sieht man nicht by Susan Kreller.
I am translating this wonderful, searing, beautifully written book, with the tentative title of You Can't See the Elephants, for Putnam. Mascha is a lonely teenager who stumbles upon a horrible secret and has the courage to overturn her own peaceful existence in the process of making things right. It won the Deutsche Jugendliteratur Preis, a close equivalent of the Caldecott.

March 2014

Mount TerminusMount Terminus by David Grand.
David Grand is a master. I loved this book, devoured it. Grand sets such a monumental story in play, beginning with the first sentence, that one might think the pace would be slow, but the geographic timescale of his wonderful character Bloom’s life is offset by incredible deftness of storytelling. Just between pages 8 and 25, Grand unspools a backstory large enough to rest a mountain on, and it keeps on going, and getting better, from there.

October 2013

Transatlantic by Colum McCann. I just read a line that staggered me with its freshness and ability to overturn the common trope of the heavens’ expansiveness: “The stars collandered the Wexford night.”

The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevesky. Still reading.

September 2013

The Malbone Street Wreck Brian Cudahy

Triangle: The Fire that Changed America Harold Schechter

The Brothers Karamazov Fyodor Dostoevesky

Summer 2013

The Panopticon Jenni Fagan. This dark and often violent tale of a girl growing up in a home for children is by turns frightening and lushly beautiful, sad and genuinely funny.

The Roundhouse Lousise Erdrich. I think my favorite thing about this spellbinding novel was the way Erdrich snuck tiny, illuminating glimpses of the main character’s future into a narrative that never actually goes to that future time.

Wild by Cheryl Strayed. I loved and came to greatly admire Cheryl Strayed as I read about her hike along the Pacific Crest Trail. Talk about redemption. And great, effortless writing.

May 2013

THE MOTHER WHO STAYED by Laura Furman. I was enthralled by these nine stories and the way their characters, stories and themes overlapped and intersected. A beautiful, masterful collection.

April 2013

WHEN THE WORLD WAS YOUNG is now scheduled for March 2014. I am getting down to work on the next one, which will again be set in New York, this time in the time of subway building, skyscrapers and the Great Influenza. Many of the characters overlap with or are related to the ones in METROPOLIS and WHEN THE WORLD WAS YOUNG, so the three books will end up forming a trilogy, though written out of order. It has a working title of CITYWIDE.

March 2013

THE LIGHT BETWEEN OCEANS by M.L. Stedman. I am usually pretty hard hearted, but I was weeping at the end of this. She takes some risks with point-of-view changes that don’t begin till deep in the book, but it works.

February 2013

WHEN THE WORLD WAS YOUNG. My second novel (under a new title) is finally going into production. It will come out sometime in the first half of 2014.

THE INHERITANCE OF LOSS by Kiran Desai. The characters are so full, so flawed, so human, and the language and imagery pitch perfect.

THEY CAME LIKE SWALLOWS by William Maxwell. Set in the time of the Great Influenza, which figures in the new book I am just beginning, They Came Like Swallows startles me with its perfect language and yet seems absolutely inevitable, indeed necessary. I am already almost in tears over the impending death of Bunny’s mother, without whom “nothing was real to Bunny — or alive,” upon whom “the vermillion leaves and yellow leaves folding and unfolding upon the curtains depended utterly.”

January 2012

AFTER WONDER. This is the new title for my new novel. I am close to being finished with a big revision. Feeling good about that.

1Q84 by Haruki Murakami. I just began this. I love Aomame.

War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy, trans. Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky.
I bought my copy of the new translation on Sunday. I am planning to read 100 pages a week with Mary-Beth Hughes, who is teaching it at Pratt. I am going to teach it at The New School in the fall with a pile of other fiction centered on times of war. I should be finished in the spring. I am excited about this.

State of Wonder by Anne Patchett. I was attracted to this novel not by any good reason, but by it's title. I was worrying there are too many books with 'wonder' in their titles for me to repeat it in the title of my own new book. I'm not worried about that anymore-it's so very different from my book- and I loved it. I can't stop thinking about the stillborn merbaby and the women gnawing the bark on the trees. It's also the first book I have read on my new Kindle. A great experience, though I do miss page numbers. And I haven't been able to get into The Prague Cemetery in the ebook reader format. Seems Eco demands to be read on paper.