Eggers’ new novel is disturbing, or better discomforting. Why?
I’ve read it in a few days and disliked it. I was disappointed with my dislike since I like Dave Eggers. 1,114 more words
“I wish I’d been born in the 19th century,” I told my father one day in my far-past adolescence. “It is my favorite time in history.” In my teenaged mind, the 19th century in the United States elicited thoughts of romance and realism, Thomas Jefferson, John Adams and John Quincy Adams, the end of slavery, the beginning of Women’s suffrage, Western Expansion – and did I mention Romance? 509 more words
Everyone knows that there are more writers wanting to publish their stories, than there are authors willing to publish them. You could argue that this is a good thing – if every book got published, there wouldn’t be nearly enough people interested in reading each one, and you would have to sift through toppling piles of novels before you found the true gems. 344 more words