Forgive me for the typos to come. I’m traveling with no keyboard.  But day one of AWP has come and gone, and I must tell you a few bits now. As in NOW, before said bits — random though they may be — escape into the void.  Check out/read/buy the following books. Trust me.

THE GIRL WHO FELL FROM THE SKY, by Heidi Durrow

 

 

 

PICKING BONES FROM ASH, by Marie Matsuki Mockett

 

 

 

YOU KNOW WHEN THE MEN ARE GONE, by Siobhan Fallon

 

 

 

There’s also a new anthology — LIT FROM WITHIN — an anthology of writers on writing, by Kevin Haworth and Dinty Moore

 

 

 

Last week the New York Times said the memoir is dead, stop writing ME books! To which I say Bullshit. These memoirists blew my mind today, and I will follow them into the jungle: Dustin Beale Smith, Allison Hedge Coke, and the always incredible Valerie Miner.

As for rock star sightings, I spotted Richard Ford and Tayari Jones in the lobby, passed Elizabeth Strout on the sidewalk, and brushed behind the surreally talented and dreamy poet Terrance Hayes in the hall. Sigh. (oh contented sigh)

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