The Writer
I write personal essay. I write to find out how I feel about something, an aspiration I learned from the poet May Sarton. I sometimes picture myself as a grizzled prospector leading a forlorn, burdened donkey into the trackless waste of basin and range country, looking for riches that might be only a few bright flecks in a stream.
These essays explore my world, from the hiking trails of California to the Java Sea and the Silk Road, from school days to retirement, from my backyard to my bookshelves. I invite you to read them—with this caveat from the Persian poet Hafiz:
Listen: this world is the lunatic's sphere,
Don't always agree it's real,
Even with my feet upon it
And the postman knowing my door
My address is somewhere else.
*The quote above about the fish is from Pablo Neruda.
Manguel, Alberto. A History of Reading. Viking, 1996.
For most of us, reading is an act of pleasure—entertainment, an absorbing quest for knowledge. A good book can provide a break from our humdrum routine or from difficult emotional or physical demands. According to Alberto Manguel, reading is not an entirely innocuous activity.
A […]
Margaret Visser. Much Depends on Dinner. Grove Press, 1986.
Margaret Visser’s title is Much Depends on Dinner. And her book proves that dinner depends on much. She deconstructs an ordinary home-cooked meal, one that would be accepted by North Americans as unremarkable—corn with salt and butter, chicken with rice, lettuce with olive oil […]
Armstrong, Karen. Through the Narrow Gate. St. Martin’s Press, 1994.
Silence. Isolation. Repression of the senses and the intellect. Public humiliation.
Prison? No. Life in a Roman Catholic convent, a life that leads through a narrow gate.
I came to this book in a roundabout way. A bad cold kept me home […]