Tag Archives: Hamlet
Today’s post–and trust me, it was no easy call–is my last for 317am. It’s the last for any of us—whether Kaze, Ras, or Ted the Cat—till who knows when. We may be back someday, but we just don’t know. On … Read more
Kids like stories about ugly ducklings because, deep down, they all think they’re ugly ducklings. They like stories about Cinderella because they all think they have worth that’s gone unrecognized. They await a prince.
Two readers pick up the same work of fiction. One connects with it, the other doesn’t. All other things being equal, what explains the difference? For me, one question above all decides whether I connect with a work or do … Read more
I spent last weekend at our cabin in West Virginia. It’s in the woods up on a mountain, around a bend of the river from the town of Harpers Ferry. This is the spot in the green Appalachians where the … Read more
It’s Act I, Scene II of Hamlet, and we’ve just met the prince, who’s been away. In his absence, life around the castle has gotten seriously out of hand, and Hamlet is seriously miffed. “’Tis an unweeded garden that grows to … Read more
A while back you heard my confession regarding “My First Literary Theft,” a certain paperback science fiction anthology I stole from the neighborhood pharmacy when I was twelve. Having heard what a big torturous deal I made of that first foray into crime, … Read more