Copperfield Review's Blog, page 4

What Makes a Witch?

Susan North stood, shaking, in the Common House of Salem Village.  She shook so hard her clothes quivered.  Her life was at stake, and if she were not careful it could also be the life of her husband and child.  … Continue reading →

How Much of These Hills is Gold

Written by C Pam Zhang Published by Riverhead Books Review by Michael Nellis America’s history of immigration is fraught with troubles, with racial stereotypes and rampant mistreatment. Often driven to poverty and inadequate living conditions, newcomers to the “land of … Continue reading →

Tamara and Natiao

This is the most beautiful land that human eyes have ever seen. ~Christopher Columbus, Bariay, Cuba, November 27, 1492 The beats of the magueye drums increased their pace and the maracas rattled with a steady rhythm, drowning the sounds of the early summer night.  Everyone … Continue reading →

Das Boot

Written by Lothar-Günther Buchheim Published by Phoenix (originally published 1973) Review by Valeriya Salt I wanted to read this book, researching for my writing project. It helped me to understand better not only how U-boats operated and why during the war … Continue reading →

The Case of the Midnight Assassin

New Year’s Eve of 1888 brought to London a sense of anticipation, calm, and beauty combined. Anticipation existed in that the city was hopeful the year 1889 would bring new advances in our rapidly changing world, and that I was … Continue reading →

Found Letters of Roanoke

1 September 1587 Dearest Mother and Father, My humble duty remembered unto you, trusting in God you are in good health, and I pray, remember my love unto my sister, Catherine. Today marks a month since we landed in the … Continue reading →

Mumler and the Widow

The history of all pioneers of new truths is relatively the same.  I showed them a beautiful truth; in their ignorance, bigotry, and blindness, they called me fraud.  Barnum called me fraud, a “humbug.”  When last was a man cleared … Continue reading →

Shunned

These children I love because they are children I love them.  This girl, this boy, a safe haven in a cottage in New Amsterdam in the year of our Lord, 1650, thirteen of us together under a thatched roof. We … Continue reading →

Iceni Queen

This is a black land. The caked earth is black from the blood spilled for suppression and spite. The trees are black for no birds sing, deafened as they are by the cries of pain. The sky is black as … Continue reading →

Road to Montgomery

The winter breeze encouraged Michael’s body forward as he strolled down the pathway, his face determined. The dull thuds of his leather shoes echoed throughout the silent street, the dusty windows of the apartments watching every step. The tall brick … Continue reading →