Lighthouse’s newest novel instructor Joanna Ruocco is unusual in that she writes so many different kinds of fiction. She’s able to work within formulas (to write romance novels) and to … Continue reading
Richard Froude is multi-dexterous in terms of country and genre (we forgot to ask him about his hands). Originally from Bristol, UK, he’s the author of a book of nonfiction, FABRIC (Horse … Continue reading
I don’t really follow literary news. I don’t read agents’ blogs and I rarely read book reviews, and when it comes to the most talked-about books of the year, I’m about eight … Continue reading
Perhaps because she wrote a bestselling travel memoir about eating pizza, doing yoga, and falling in love (Eat, Pray, Love) I tried to resist Elizabeth Gilbert. After all, it’s easy … Continue reading
Last week, Cormac McCarthy’s old typewriter (the one he’s used since 1963) sold at auction for $254,500 to an anonymous buyer who I just KNOW is my as-yet-unknown benefactor. Needless … Continue reading
I’ve only been to three of the six Lighthouse Writer’s Studio events, but I think I can safely say that last weekend’s guest, Lorrie Moore, had the shiniest hair of any of … Continue reading
Many times I’ve said that I needed a man with a gun to stand behind my desk and keep me writing (also to chase me around the park when I’m … Continue reading
When I started reading War and Peace, I only had two reasons. The first had to do with superstition. A few years before, I’d been reading Anna Karenina when I had one of those creative bursts a writer doesn’t fully appreciate until it’s over. Then, after the muse had retreated, I began to entertain various gambits: combining ginseng and Red Bull; downing cups of strong coffee (with handfuls of antacids); reading books about creativity; ordering illegal brain stimulants on the Internet; and finally, embarking on War and Peace, a book nearly as heavy as my asthmatic cat, at around 1400 pages. Tolstoy, I’d decided, was my magic feather.
My other reason was less complicated. War and Peace is like the Mount Everest of books. I wanted to be able to say I’d read it.
As it turns out, Tolstoy is not my magic feather. Alas. But the experience of reading War and Peace is worthwhile, and for more than just the bragging rights:
By Sara Aboulafia Last Friday night, I got the chance to step out into the sun, put on a summer dress, mingle with my lovely co-workers and fellow Lighthousers, eat … Continue reading