Author: Frank Garrett
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For this Memorial Day, instead of visiting the grave of my Uncle Frank, who was killed in Vietnam three days before his twentieth birthday, or of my grandfather, whose body… more ›
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Babushka’s Journey: The Dark Road to Stalin’s Wartime Camps is an eloquent travel memoir that also manages to do the heavy lifting required by great historical writing. Though German-born and… more ›
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I’m devastated, and I’ve been bawling my eyes out for days now. I went to bed Friday evening sure that my little family was safe and well, only to lose… more ›
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Anthony DeCurtis’ Lou Reed: A Life is perhaps the worst nonfiction rock-and-roll book I’ve read, and I’ve read Marianne Faithfull’s (though much more likely, David Dalton’s) Faithfull: An Autobiography. Despite… more ›
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It was years—decades even—from the time I first read Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot before seeing a production of it. In that time, and really since the beginning, I was fascinated with… more ›
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“Between you and me is not only a rocket trajectory, but also a life.” When asked about my thoughts regarding Gravity’s Rainbow, I responded that it easily has become one… more ›
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I learned about this collection of short stories by Simon Fruelund from his translator K.E. Semmel on Twitter. It’s a short 110-page book published in a gorgeous volume by… more ›
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“That V-2 on the way?” “A4, yes.” He hangs at the bottom of his blood’s avalanche, 300 years of western swamp-Yankees, and can’t manage but some nervous truce with their… more ›
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Some nights I am overcome by a strange sensation that I can only define as cultural nausea. When Chris Marker, in one of his rare interviews, recommends a book, you… more ›
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I don’t consider Fernando Sdrigotti a friend. I’ve known him for a a few years, sure. Mostly via Twitter and several emails. He’s edited my writing. I think calling him… more ›