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     |  Kevin Moffett delivers the characters of this story like a true father and son, the arguments are real, and they have a forever-binding tragedy dropped in their laps. The son is a bit of show off, like someone that screams I’M A WRITER, LOOK AT ME!. The father writes and submits his stories to the same journals his son does. Continue reading Further Interpretations of Real-Life Events by Kevin Moffett 
I loved “The Odds”. Art is Continue reading The Odds by Stewart O’Nan  I’d come to Cal hoping to become the kind of poet and scholar who would look down on American movies with big strong heroes in them, but something else happened: I fell in love with directors like John Ford and Howard Hawks. I’d grown up in Orange County, and my father had a professional relationship with John Wayne, a great star for both filmmakers. I’d come to Cal thinking that this actor, particularly, represented all that I had hated about my life up to that point Continue reading When We Fell In Love – Dan Barden  I don’t believe animals can talk, and any writer who writes a story about one that does, is pulling my leg. I especially don’t like it when dogs talk in fiction. There is a reason they can’t talk. Because they are animals. There is also a reason why humans should be careful of all animals. Because they are animals. Continue reading The Infamous Bengal Ming by Rajesh Parameswaran  The book itself reminds of an art school freshman’s journal that has been left behind absently in the lunchroom, a stranger picks it up only to discover it is almost too good to give back to this student. Each little page gives a different riddle, or joke, a conundrum wrapped in a riddle, or a funny little saying. Continue reading The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories by Joseph Gordon-Levitt |  | |||
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JE: It’s no secret around here that I’ve long been a big fan of Stewart O’Nan. In his unassuming and workmanlike way, he may be the best American novelist of the past twenty years. Certainly, he’s the most underrated. I love his tiny apertures, his luminous details, and of course his range. Despite O’Nan’s obvious attention to craft, his writing never feels overworked.–it always serves the story,. He rarely draws attention to himself. I love that he’s not a show-off–because he could be if he wanted to. The bottom line is O’Nan doesn’t need to show off, because he knows the characters are the story, and he knows how to unfold them.
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