Word from the Smokies: April 30 Deadline to Apply for Tremont Writers Conference
Frank X Walker and David Brill share a fascination with the Great Smoky Mountains. One has been cultivating his passion for four decades; the other just fell in love with the Smokies last year.
Staring up at the branches on ‘Berry Lane’
A month ago, on a day that was officially in winter but which felt like spring, I was walking in the woods near my house.
‘The Midnight Post and the Postbox Clock’
Author Sarah Dean will host a special reading and signing from 1-3 p.m. Saturday, April 13, at Blue Ridge Books in Waynesville.
An old-school mystery for leisurely reading
For me mystery novels are summer. They are captivating, enjoyable and the perfect thing to read on a vacation.
Helprin’s new novel shows off his skills
It was another ordinary day when I swung by the public library on my way to town. I picked out a couple of DVDs I needed — “Groundhog Day” and “Ghosts” — and then drifted along the “New Arrivals” bookshelves, browsing the authors and titles.
‘Hologram’ is a warning about our age of deceit
“In the land of the blind,” goes the old saying, “the one-eyed man is king.”
In Walker Larson’s dystopian fantasy, “Hologram,” Aaron Larson Castillian turns this adage inside out.
Novel is a lyrical trip to the Scottish Highlands
“Caledonia” was the Latin name used by the Roman Empire to refer to the part of Great Britain that lies north of the River Forth, which includes most of the land area of Scotland.
A history of U.S. wars is worth a read
“Stand your ground! Don’t fire unless fired upon! But if they want to have a war, let it begin here.”
— Captain Parker, Lexington Green, 1775
‘Oscar Wilde and the Art of Lying’
Dan Desjardins’ presentation of his book “Oscar Wilde and the Art of Lying” will take place at 3 p.m. Saturday, March 2, at City Lights Bookstore in Sylva.
This must be the place: ‘I don’t want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together’
I’m a minimalist. I don’t want much, nor do I care to ever have much. As long as I’m surrounded by shelves of books and stacks of vinyl records, a comfy recliner and some cold suds in the fridge in my humble abode of a one-bedroom Waynesville apartment (that also has a porch with mountain views, thankfully), I’m good to go.