Tag archive: books
O Me of Little Faith
A review and commentary on Jason Boyett’s new book. — Context: I’ve been embracing this thing called doubt since last November. I could tell you the specific date, if I looked it up. It was that Saturday Jacque came to visit… continue reading »
Jayber Crow, p. 54
I said, “Well,” for now I was ashamed, “I had this feeling maybe I had been called.” “And you may have been right. But not to what you thought. Not to what you think. You have been given questions to… continue reading »
Title Track: Poets
“Poets do not go mad, but chess players do.” – G.K. Chesterton A few weeks ago my favorite author, J.D. Salinger, died at the age of 91. This was, ironically, at the pinnacle of my Salinger obsession. I had just bought… continue reading »
Title Track: The Unlikely Disciple
The end of last year, my sister Sam visited Indiana Wesleyan from Purdue. After she spent my last points at Wildcat and we settled down in the back corner of McConn, I began tutoring her in Photoshop. (Sam is not… continue reading »
A cynic’s take on Summit Week
Life has been going well. My work load has lessened; my classes still interest me. Ironically enough, I feel it’s as good of time as any to write about cynicism. Maybe I won’t have to label this blog with “rant”… continue reading »
A character who wants something …
Story. PROLOGUE: Late last year RELEVANT Magazine died to me. On vintage episodes of their podcast, the crew joked that washed up actors belonged on a “You’re Dead to Me Wall.” Now they’re on mine. Around that time I read… continue reading »
Inspired by Buddy Glass
I’m finishing up Salinger’s last novella about the Glass family, “Seymour – an Introduction,” written in the point of view of Buddy Glass. Seymour, whom Buddy writes about, is a poet; Buddy writes in prose. It’s brilliant, really, how they’re… continue reading »
Title Track: A Backstage Christian
Whenever I read a book, I always assume the writer and I would make good friends. F. Scott Fitzgerald and I would share a (nonalcoholic) cocktail, J.D. Salinger and I would probably ride a carousel together in a park –… continue reading »