American Boy
In every coming-of-age novel—or any of the good ones—there comes that life-changing moment when the protagonist comes face-to-face with the realization that grown ups can be abundantly full of shit.
I love that moment in part because I’ve been motivated to expose the hypocrisies of people older or more powerful than me almost from the instant I could talk enough to ask the question—why? A question I e asked a few thousand times in my life ever since, moreover or less. Rarely, if ever, receiving a satisfactory answer.
The Gossip Columnist’s Daughter
Peter Orner’s latest novel–The Gossip Columnist’s Daughter–is so good, I wish I hadn’t read it. So I could enjoy the first-time experience of reading it again.
It deals with a subset of Chicagoans from the last h…
Sorry, Stevie
I need to make an apology and a correction, and I need to make them fast!
They have to do with One Winged Dove, a song by Stevie Nicks.
You know the one–it goes…
“Just like a one-winged dove–ooh, baby, ooh.”
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