This memoir is unique from the very first pages. The first thing you may notice is that it's written in second person. At first, for a memoir, I wasn't sure how I'd like it. But as I moved through the book, it was actually a refreshing spin on things.Mark Richards went through so many experience...
If you read this in the wrong head-space, it's like listening to a drunk person tell a story while you're sober. The monologue (as it becomes) can run on-n-on and before you know it you're like "wait, what?" This happened to me a couple of times while reading this, where I was distracted by som...
In the brilliant idiom of a modern Melville or Conrad, an odyssey of discovery by a bold and outrageous talent--the PEN/Hemingway Award--winning author of The Ice At The Bottom Of The World.
Powell was over early. Louise Doodlum was just taking up Bill’s plate of birthday breakfast that he missed coasting south through the South China Sea. So, how was Antarctica? Powell asks Bill, warming him up for what lay ahead, and Bill says, Hot! We go in their summer, he says, for the ice to br...
2: A Writer’s Journey Home SAY YOU HAVE A “SPECIAL CHILD,” which in the South means one between Down’s and dyslexic. Birth him with his father away on Army maneuvers along East Texas bayous. Give him his only visitor in the military hospital his father’s father, a sometime railroad man, sometime ...
It slid alongside us, its crew bearing plastic rifles, its big blue light clicking on its mast. The white-hulled ship had not been put off by the pox flag we flew, crossed yellow bones on a field of red. John had hoisted the flag from a sea rover’s hope chest for safe passage, colorful tokens of ...