hmmm, 1982... all i remember is tears for fears songs, pink and green flashes, building forts in the backyard, swimming with sharks, fluttering around like a butterfly until i hit smack into a brick wall. reality began to enter into the mind. what is this i thought? i'm not sure if i've ever fully gr
A master yarn-spinner, he is unabashedly, joyously (but never aggressively) descriptive, with muscular prose animated by a muscular sense of poetry.
Not only are his stories in which things actually *happen* -- ships jumped, pot grown, gloryholes visited, bear traps sprung, dirt secreted by the
Herman Melville was born in 1819 to a quintessentially American family -- one bestarred with Revolutionary heroes and Tea Party guests. His father, Allan Melvill (who would later add the elegant "e" to the family name), had a mediocre opinion of him, writing around his son's 12th birthday that he was