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Monthly Archives: May 2015
Clothes really do make the man
The week before last I was in Manhattan and emerged alone on a Friday night from the subway station in Union Square. It was a little before eight. Instantly three young men surrounded me in desperate need of help: They … Continue reading
Thank you, Grace Experience, for living up to your name
The first time my daughter, Grace Experience, appeared in this column, she was in utero: it was Mother’s Day, 1993. How long ago was 1993? Most of us weren’t sending email. (Most of us didn’t know what email was.) Bill … Continue reading
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Tagged Bohjalian parenthood, commencement, Grace Experience, NYU, Tisch
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Conceiving the narrator of “Close Your Eyes, Hold Hands”
Some years ago – back in the Mesozoic era, if I’m not going to be coy—a review of my novel Midwives ended with the critic complimenting me on the candor and honesty with which I described what it must have … Continue reading
A vegetable garden? Food for the soul.
Why garden? Note the verb. In your mind’s eye, conjure a backyard vegetable plot. Imagine activity and effort. Visualize stooping. Lifting. Tilling. Seeding. Planting. Watering. Weeding. Thinning. (I abhor thinning. I haven’t the heart to rip from the soil the … Continue reading
“Close Your Eyes, Hold Hands:” The inspiration behind the novel.
It’s one of those classic, absolutely reasonable questions—that is, alas, as impossible to answer briefly as the meaning of life. But I am asked it often. All novelists are. Where do your ideas come from? The glib answer—always offered with … Continue reading
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Let’s learn from these bike tragedies
My wife confessed something to me this week: whenever I leave on a bike ride, whether it’s a brief 15-mile jaunt or a journey that will last 30 to 50 miles, she says a little prayer. She prays that I … Continue reading