Beyond the Margins finally persuaded Dell Smith’s good friend Ryan Gosling to take time out of his busy schedule as an Internet meme to shine a little love our way. Give it up for a very special…Literary Ryan Gosling.

Continued at Beyond The Margins
Beyond the Margins finally persuaded Dell Smith’s good friend Ryan Gosling to take time out of his busy schedule as an Internet meme to shine a little love our way. Give it up for a very special…Literary Ryan Gosling.

Continued at Beyond The Margins
“My definition (for myself) of a working title is: A title that doesn’t work.” Robin Black
Picture having a baby. You named that baby so soon after conception. Dear little Lev. It’s the Russian version of your father’s name. It has great meaning. Birth! The nurse places him in your arms. She smiles. Than she says, “Change his name. He sounds too much like a Jewish cowboy.”
For the effort most authors put into titling their book, you’d think they’d get to see it splashed across the cover—but an overwhelming amount of us are told by our editors, “Love the book, hate the title. Find another one.”
No matter what is written, blurbed, or said about a new book, it’s only upon reading those first few pages that I know if I will sink in. So, how nice to be able to present that most important part of an about-to-release book—unadorned—the first pages, leading you to the first chapter.
No matter what is written, blurbed, or said about a new book, it’s only upon reading those first few pages that I know if I will sink in. So, how nice to be able to present that most important part of an about-to-release book—unadorned—the first chapter.
The Flight of Gemma Hardy by Margot Livesey
“In the last few years, black writers have been speaking out about double standards in the world of publishing. Among these are Martha Southgate’s NYT essay, “Writers Like Me” and more recently, Bernice’s MacFadden’s Black Writers in A Ghetto of the Publishing Industry’s Making. In these articles, both writers (who also are novelists) put into a public conversation the issues that black writers have been complaining about for years– like why is that stories about black folks that are written by white folks get so much traction. (The Help, The Secret Lives of Bees, Little Bee, etc.) How come books about us by us are not thought to be “universal”? Why are black faces on the cover of a book thought to be so alienating? At this point in the gripe session, I break out my favorite oh-no-he-didn’t moment– when someone asked me what percentage of my work is “black” and what percentage is “human.””
Since reading this post on author Tayari Jones’ blog, it hasn’t left my mind. She asks why books by black writers aren’t considered universal, starting her post with these words:
It’s not only a great post, it’s an important question for all readers and writers. For readers: you/we are missing a vast store of great books by staying within one’s cultural boundaries. We’re missing great reads, and as
It’s funny how folks who work at home (writers, painters, composers, phone-sex workers, though not those who use Skype visuals) will so often use “working in my pajamas! as their number one perk.
But is it really true?
Is it still true when you realize, as you hear the truck coming down the road, that the day has come when not even the UPS delivery person can see you. (See above.) You look down at your old pink fleece pants that are too short and rise way above your ankles, topped by a too-small purple tee shirt that your daughter left at home (but that you wear for the same reason you wear anything these days: it’s comfortable.)
For ten years I co-led groups for violent men. I sat in a circle with a male co-leader and anywhere from 8 to 18 men who’d been violent with their wives, girlfriends, dates, sisters, or another woman in their lives.
Their violence ran the gamut from emotional abuse of the most devastating sort, to smacking, to slapping, to punching, pushing, prodding, to breaking bones to murder (thankfully not many.)
This was a Certified Boston Batterer Intervention Program. Most men were ordered into the program by the Massachusetts courts, some by the Department of Social Services, and a few were volunteers—or as we called them, wife and girlfriend-ordered.
“No matter how big a nation is, it is no stronger that its weakest people, and as long as you keep a person down, some part of you has to be down there to hold him down, so it means you cannot soar as you might otherwise.”
Marian Anderson
“Peace begins when the hungry are fed.”
Anonymous
“The love of one’s country is a splendid thing. But why should love stop at the border?”
Pablo Casals
“If it’s natural to kill, how come men have to go into training to learn how?”
Joan Baez
My daughter, in for the holiday, came home from shopping at our local shopping area in Jamaica Plain, Boston, and realized all her presents were missing. After much consternation, emotionally and monetarily, (she’s a social-worker & bartender—not much flowing in) she went back to ask the stores if they’d seen anything.
The first store, Fire Opal, offered to let her replace everything she’d bought and pay when she could. At the second store, Boing, she learned that people had been in the store looking for the person who lost presents, (hoping they’d paid with a credit card so they could contact them.) My daughter had paid with cash, so the person went to the next store whose bag was represented, Kitchen Witch.