Nonfiction: American Ear DrumsBy Meghan Roe
With the disaster of foreign occupation and the U.S. dollar on the dole, it is hard to believe in an ethos of curiosity, ingenuity, and panachein the American dream, out in the wild world, hatbox and guitar in hand, wayfarers covering its whiskey-soaked eyes.
FICTION: The Art of CommunicationBy Meghan Roe
Dear Eli: Im in the middle of the ocean. I havent left my room in four days. Ive never been more lonely in my life, and I think Im in love with Margot. With these words Richie Tenenbaum, a sad-eyed, fallen tennis pro with a tall, cool glass of Bloody Mary telegraphs an emotional tempest to his closest friend Eli Cash, an English professor-cum-novelist with a ten-gallon passion for the Western frontier.
By Meghan Roe
The Dangling Publication
Melville Houses 2011 reissue of Joan Taylors 2006 debut novel, Conversations with Mr. Prain, begins with a rallying cry to the unpublished writers of the world, those who would sit by dejectedly and watch their literary ambitions fade in proportion to their commercial rejections.
Fiction: Strange FruitBy Meghan Roe
Reading the opening lines of Leni Zumass Farewell Navigator, I was reminded of a cloyingly idyllic passage from a childhood favorite, On the Banks of Plum Creek by Laura Ingalls Wilder, the fourth book in her Little House series.
Fiction: Are You Experienced?By Meghan Roe
In a letter to the biographer William Hayley, William Blake writes of the thin line between the living and the dead in the minds of those alive to the memory of those who are not.
Nonfiction: Film Fixer, Epic NectarBy Meghan Roe
Allen Ginsberg, in the epilogue to his photography book, describes his photos as celestial snapshots in a sacred world, recording certain moments in eternity with a sense of sacramental presence.
FICTION: A Handful of ChangeBy Meghan Roe
The final scene of the 2005 film, Jarhead, is a montage depicting life after wartime for a disbanded troop of marines, boys thrust back into lives in the trenches of society. Its soundtrack, the song Soldiers Things by Tom Waitssinger of American born-under-a-bad-sign storieslyrically rifles through the garage sale of an unknown solider: Cuff links and hub caps/Trophies and paperbacks/Its good transportation/But the brakes arent so hot This one is for bravery/And this one is for me/And everythings a dollar/In this box.
FICTION: LARGE AND SIMPLEBy Meghan Roe
"She knows that words have the power to make things true if theyre said right. Or written right. In The Reapers are the Angels, text flows with a providential force that delivers the story from the temporality of the fleshand the flesh-eatinginto high-stakes biblical territory, where the dramas of the living (and living dead) take their cue from the Word of the Lord, that quirky, time-tested author narrating in the skyor living and writing in New York.
Nonfiction: The Cold Hard Facts of HomeBy Meghan Roe
The scene opens with a flourish of horns, strings, and cymbals, on a panoramic strip of sun-dappled Tennessee forestland.
A Bale with a View Johnny FlynnBy Meghan Roe
Fans of the young and folksy contingent in musicwhich seems to be growing in numbers, like so many rolls of hay from a balerwill be content to fall asleep under a stack, sans horn, with the full-length debut from U.K. artist Johnny Flynn. Released in the U.S. in late July, A Larum is the latest from a community of music-makers from across the pond cutting albums in the British folk style