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Writerly Attitudes: The Use of Pynchon-Like References To Music and Movies

I read Lorrie Moore’s Amahl and The Night Visitors: A Guide To The Tenor Of Love and there are a few references to music from the 1960s. She writes, “Begin to hum a Dionne Warwick song,” and later mentions the singer again, saying, “Actually what you’ve been listening to is Dionne Warwick’s Golden Hits.” There’s also a mention of Patsy Cline: “…feeling that you possessed all things, Your Man, like a Patsy Cline song…” And my question was, “Do cultural references like music and movies belong in stories?” [continued…]

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Writerly Attitudes: The Right To A Reader’s Attention

In one of my fiction workshops, we took a look at Tobias Wolff’s short story Sister. I possibly caught on to the keys to unlocking the meaning of the story, but my cohorts mostly scratched their heads. One reader said, “I didn’t know what the point of the story was.” And that killed me. I […]

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The Dangers Of The Semi-Autobiographical Novel

There are quite a number of relatively successful novels that I find to be nothing more than thinly-veiled autobiographies. Surely there are others out there who share my sentiment when they come across some book that smells like nothing more than the re-imagination of the author’s life.

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Ginger & The Snaps – Spare Time [Lyrics]

Another one of my favorite teen doo wop songs: ‘Spare Time’ by Ginger and The Snaps, apparently released by Titan in 1961 on 7″ 45 RPM vinyl. This apparently rare track floats around in obscure corners of the Internet with the artist (mis)labeled as Ginger & The Safaris as well. The original record is worth […]

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A Writer Or Father: A Fork In My Road

When I entered the classroom to begin another semester of workshopping my fiction, I felt a gentle warmth in my body. I smiled, which I rarely do. I said hi to a classmate from the prior semester, which I don’t ever do. What I was feeling was love. I felt like I was at home. […]

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