Interesting retelling of Oedipus. I listened to the audio version, and that was maybe a mistake. A few long, boring passages that I would have liked to skim through, some painfully unnatural-sounding dialogue. And if you can't do a good English accent, better to skip it altogether than attempt a ...
I still believe that true tragedy is timeless and can move between epochs with grace, while continuing to delight audiences. This should be no different for Oedipus Rex, yet, this book falls short. While the characters are well drawn and complex -- every bit the equal of Sophocles, the catharsis...
Fisherman and WWII veteran Carl Meine is found dead and tangled up in his fishing net one morning. At first glance it appears to be an accident, but the sheriff looks a little closer and starts to wonder. He soon arrests another fisherman, Kabuo Miyamoto, for murder. Against the backdrop of th...
David Guterson has obviously done his homework in depicting this appearance of the Virgin to a bedraggled, asthmatic teen-age mushroom gatherer in a soggy northwest rain forest. There have been numerous purporrted sightings of the Virgin throughout history, the two most famous ones occurring ...
The premise of a man dying of cancer but deciding, so as to spare his family heartache of a long drawn out death, to commit suicide in such a way that it would appear like a hunting accident didn't augur well. I had loved 'Snow falling on cedars' so thouight to give this a go. Am I pleased I did?...
As the title suggests , this collection of ten short stories looks ahead to the future and back to the past. If there's any theme that unifies them, it's a sense of aloneness, not loneliness so much as a feeling of isolation shown in these words from "The Flower Garden," ". . . suddenly I fe...
I’d gone there to convene with fellow National Endowment for the Arts panelists over manuscripts submitted for grants; we were to spend four days at it, beginning that Tuesday morning. And so, around eight, I walked from the Henley Park Hotel to the Old Post Office Building, where our deliberatio...
My brakes felt too forgiving, so every half-hour I topped off the fluid and pumped up the pedal while watching, surreptitiously, my rearview mirrors, and imagining Reese just over the hill, behind the wheel of a sedan, with a cup of coffee and a glowing cigarette. I turned onto a side road and pu...
No problem there—he found her driving style charming enough. She was a silver beauty in a dark-blue Honda Element—one of those boxy, hip-to-be-square cars—with nearly inaudible public-radio chatter on fade, and all of that was fine, too. She wore a jean jacket with mother-of-pearl buttons, an iro...