I’m coming to this distinguished author rather late, but perhaps it is best this way. At times W. Somerset Maugham is not easy to read or...

What a read! A confession of sorts within an answer to a question…”What were you to my father?” A declaration of having existed on this...

haunting and elegant The Goldfinch introduced me to this author whose quirky trademark is that it takes her ten years to complete each...

The sky will not stop sobbing. When Zeus thunders, my dog Charlie follows suit, bursting into aggressive high pitched barks. Candles are...

Thomas Wolfe and Margaret Roberts Learning about the writer and the man While in North Carolina, I visited Asheville and the home (now a...

I awake to a drizzly grey morning in Paris. It is the type of gloomy weather day that only European cities manage to pull off. From the...