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December 4, 2013
On This Well-Written Wednesday, Where There Is Smoke
by Saxon Henry
The first time I watched the movie Smoke, I couldn’t imagine myself living in a Brooklyn neighborhood surrounded by the world character, Auggie Wren, photographed from the same spot at the same time every morning. Fast-forward 15 years, and here I am! I was recently reminded of the film, written and co-direct by Paul Auster, when I read a review of his new book, Report from the Interior, in The Boston Globe. I’m a long-time fan of the author’s fiction, nonfiction...
It’s #WellWritten Wednesday: Where There’s Smoke…
by Saxon Henry
The first time I watched the movie Smoke, I couldn’t imagine myself living in a Brooklyn neighborhood surrounded by the world character, Auggie Wren, photographed from the same spot at the same time every morning. Fast-forward 15 years, and here I am! I was recently reminded of the film, written and co-direct by Paul Auster, when I read a review of his new book, Report from the Interior, in The Boston Globe. I’m a long-time fan of the author’s fiction, nonfiction...
November 27, 2013
A Mention of Gratitude
14. Anna Adams stood perfectly still. Her gaze did not waver as she peered intently at a cigar store Indian adorning the entrance to a tobacconist’s shop in Greenwich Village. Oblivious to those who hurried past her in the hectic pace that marks time in one of the most laid-back villages in New York City, she had yet to notice that a Native American man had approached. He stood behind her, considering just as intently the object of her curiosity. His comment startled her.
“We want our country...
A Pillow Book: On Gratitude
14. Anna Adams stood perfectly still. Her gaze did not waver as she peered intently at a cigar store Indian adorning the entrance to a tobacconist’s shop in Greenwich Village. Oblivious to those who hurried past her in the hectic pace that marks time in one of the most laid-back villages in New York City, she had yet to notice that a Native American man had approached. He stood behind her, considering just as intently the object of her curiosity. His comment startled her.
“We want our country...
November 20, 2013
Watching Oliver Stone’s “JFK”
JFK and Jackie glide long the Dallas thoroughfare before the unthinkable happens. Image copyright Walter Sisco, courtesy Wikimedia.
Friday is the 50-year anniversary of President John F. Kennedy’s assassination, a day made no less disturbing given the passage of five decades and the proliferation of shootings we experience with frightening regularity now. When Oliver Stone’s film JFK debuted in 1991, I walked into the theater wondering how it would feel to experience the events of that day so...
A Writer’s Notebook: Watching Oliver Stone’s “JFK”
JFK and Jackie glide long the Dallas thoroughfare before the unthinkable happens. Image copyright Walter Sisco, courtesy Wikimedia.
Friday is the 50-year anniversary of President John F. Kennedy’s assassination, a day made no less disturbing given the passage of five decades and the proliferation of shootings we experience with frightening regularity now. When Oliver Stone’s film JFK debuted in 1991, I walked into the theater wondering how it would feel to experience the events of that day so...
November 13, 2013
Skirting the Crystalline
by Saxon Henry
12. Ice hurls from the sky like slivers of glass pelting the tiny, high window, accumulating on the ground an inch deep. The grasses and weeds crunch underfoot, and the bare branches of the laden trees reach into frigid air with shiny knobby fingers like those of ancient skeletons waxed to a glassy sheen. The elms are the most challenged as they strain under their great weights, as pretty as Victorian lace against the surrealistic scene.
13. A lip of ice skirts the shore floating...
A Pillow Book: Skirting the Crystalline
by Saxon Henry
12. Ice hurls from the sky like slivers of glass pelting the tiny, high window, accumulating on the ground an inch deep. The grasses and weeds crunch underfoot, and the bare branches of the laden trees reach into frigid air with shiny knobby fingers like those of ancient skeletons waxed to a glassy sheen. The elms are the most challenged as they strain under their great weights, as pretty as Victorian lace against the surrealistic scene.
13. A lip of ice skirts the shore floating...
November 6, 2013
Life as a Literary Laboratory: On Writing Well
by Saxon Henry
“Becoming a writer”…a phrase rife with pitfalls, rewards, angst, celebrations, stumbling blocks, euphoria, despair and every other type of emotion one can imagine. It has preoccupied my mind for more than three decades, during which I’ve experienced pretty much all of these (as well as a host of others). In the beginning, I could only dream of spending as much time writing as I do now—I traveled extensively and was rarely left to my own devises when it came to planning how life...
Life as a Literary Laboratory: The Difficulty of Writing Well
by Saxon Henry
“Becoming a writer”…a phrase rife with pitfalls, rewards, angst, celebrations, stumbling blocks, euphoria, despair and every other type of emotion one can imagine. It has preoccupied my mind for more than three decades, during which I’ve experienced pretty much all of these (as well as a host of others). Back then, I could only dream of spending as much time writing as I do now—I traveled extensively and was rarely left to my own devises when it came to planning how life unfolde...
