In the Beginning Was the Word
Nonagenarian writing coach guides the craft of hopeful authors Les Stobbe didn’t set out to be a publishing phenom. As a farm boy in…
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Maximizing Minimalism
“Drabble” writer promotes microfiction genre with monthly contests Ernest Hemingway was a minimalist. Rather than feed his readers long, winding sentences like his peers…
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Relief in the Shadows
Waititi films among those offered by new streaming service In 2017, director Taika Waititi emerged a new name in Hollywood when he helmed the…
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Check This Out
Local Friends of the Library turn a problem into a page-turner This has been a year of challenges and adaptive thinking across the board,…
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Bloody Madison
Stuck in the past with Ron Rash’s The World Made Straight William Faulkner once observed of the South that “the past is never dead, it…
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Card Catalog 2020
Homebound reading by the numbers The pandemic lockdown has been vexing to any number of businesses and service providers, but has been uniquely challenging…
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Silicon Valley Confidential
The story of DuPont Forest is almost as memorable as the scenery There was a time when Danny Bernstein didn’t understand certain nuances of hiking….
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A Product of Time, Place, and Taboo
Morgana, Mississippi, is to Eudora Welty as Green Branch, South Carolina, is to Spartanburg writer Susan Beckham Zurenda. Besides being fictitious backdrops for exploring…
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Wild Life
In July 1966, a brutal murder in Henderson County would ooze to the surface of consciousness like rainwater saturating drywall. Terry Neal summarizes the gruesome crime thusly: “Three people were murdered in a small town in the mountains of Western North Carolina. But there was much, much, much more to the story than anyone would’ve realized.”
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The People Still Need a Poet
The deep fryer is fertile ground for poetry. While tending to chicken thighs churning in hot vegetable oil, part-time deli worker, part-time dishwasher, and “people’s poet” Tony Robles writes. He writes about peach cobbler and green beans, about snapping turtles marooned on Greenville Highway. He writes about racism. But mostly, Robles writes about people.
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