A dead boy is the life force of this impressive debut novel–and not in a Lovely Bones sorta way. Our reviewers tell all (and you decide which reviewer does so more eloquently).
“Thank you. I understand that my driver’s license is from another state, and that you’re having difficulty locating my birth date because in Indiana we don’t put it where you put it here in Idaho.”
“he loved the here and now of her / the way she still believed / he knew no history / saw no scars” A new poem by Lorianne Wright.
The air is sooty as I make my way from the metro to the cemetery gates of Pere Lachaise, the small city whose famous, almost famous and infamous inhabitants lie beneath crooked cobblestone alleys, streets, and boulevards. I know that even though I’m wearing a raincoat, two sweaters, pants, boots and a scarf, somehow the dirt…
Rediscovering a fuzzed-out alternative guitar-rock gem from a time when Kurt Cobain was alive and grunge was the only music that mattered (to A&R guys).
This week’s list, by Ken Honeywell, includes a band you need to hear, a film you need to see, a place you need to visit, a writer you need to read, and a website you need to read.
Who could be a better candidate for repairing failures in the education system than me: a failure of the education system? (You see? I used the more colloquial “me” in that last sentence when I should have used “I”–a common, albeit telling, mistake.)