The Interpretation of an Alligator

The Interpretation of an Alligator

I wasn’t as surprised as I should have been when I read that Bobbie Baker had come home from work one afternoon to find a five-foot alligator on her doorstep. I should have been as shocked as she was when she poked it with a broomstick, and it flicked one ancient eye open to glare…

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Unconvincing

“Mom, isn’t there something wrong with this diner?” I spin on the high leatherette counter stool, taking in the mirrored,overlit surfaces, the display case of cheesecakes and baklava, glossy fruit pies and multilayered cakes, the mostly empty booths and tables.“Overdone? Too much?” “No,” Sylvie murmurs. “Just something… off? I don’t know. Kind of… fake?” “Inauthentic?…

Book Review: The Goldfinch

A time-honored axiom among screenwriters and novelists is “Chase your character up a tree and throw rocks at him.” Get your character in a lot of trouble. Complicate and multiply his problems. Don’t grant him an easy way down. In The Goldfinch, Donna Tartt’s hefty, Dickensian bildungsroman, the Tartt Corollary to the Trees and Rocks…

Popping the Hood

I began reading when I was four years old and haven’t stopped since. Immersive reading was my drug through an unhappy childhood and adolescence, with all the desperate need and avoidance of unpleasant reality that addiction entails. Books damaged my eyes rather than my liver, but they gave far more than they took. I lived…

Following

Tweets RJ Hayden @RJHayden I can tell you read my tweets, even though you don’t follow me. #justsayingupsterExpand 2 May RJ Hayden @RJHayden In the gazebo where I used to kiss you breathless, I’ve left something for you.Expand 3 May Scott @ScottyBoy79 What? Dude u never kissed me breathless!Expand 3 May RJ Hayden @RJHayden Only…

Book Review: The Circus of Dreams

A book review of The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern At the entrance to the Night Circus, Le Cirque des Rêves, the Circus of Dreams, stands a curious clock. By night, The face of the clock becomes a darker grey, and then black, with twinkling stars where the numbers had been previously. The body of…

Unfriended

“People don’t do this, you know,” Henry complained. I paid for his Big Mac, fries, and milkshake, and coffee for me. “How would you prefer to do it? Tell me. I’ll do it your way.” We sat at a table near the window. “What is this bullshit, Rob? We’ve been on this trip together since,…

Book Review: Cromwell’s Long Game

A book review of Wolf Hall and Bring Up the Bodies, by Hilary Mantel What sane person would want to write historical fiction? Consider the challenges. You have to create a realistic, immersive sense of the past that requires you to know the period down to its hemlines, chariot wheels, and cooking technology, but you…