Author Archives: escherx

And the Winners Aren’t…

Who hasn’t weighed in on the Pulitzer committee’s fail­ure to give a fic­tion award this year to either Denis Joh­son (Train Dreams), Karen Rus­sell (Swamp­lan­dia!), or David Fos­ter Wallace’s posthu­mously assem­bled novel The Pale King. There’s an excel­lent piece of report­ing in the HuffPo explain­ing the inner work­ings of the non-decision, Nashville’s Ann Patch­ett (bookseller […]

Game Plan

Nashville’s stormy spring is as dan­ger­ous as it is beau­ti­ful.  You won’t catch me watch­ing the Indian Wells men’s final between Fed­erer and Isner. My boy Nadal was knocked out by Fed last night, 3 and 4, a rain-delayed match played in swirling, com­par­a­tively cold con­di­tions that recalled Fed’s five-set, two-day long, U.S. Open quarterfinal […]

In Praise of Failure

It wasn’t one of my New Year’s res­o­lu­tions but I’m com­mit­ted to blog­ging more. I did, how­ever, resolve to read a story a day (on top of my other read­ing) and am two tales into Alan Heathcock’s Volt. Two pas­sages I’ll share. After all, why not let a book rec­om­mend itself? They’re both from the […]

Dead Week

Two-thousand and eleven gives us this neatly pack­aged dead week, the last of the year, a Sun­day to Sun­day, Christ­mas to New Year’s Day, dur­ing which time it seems next to noth­ing gets done while the things you never seemed able to do are finally accom­plished: draw­ers are lined, the garage is orga­nized but still […]

Stuff

If you have any doubt that this is a golden era in men’s ten­nis, watch this video. Next, watch what Rafa does at 2:35 in this other video. It’s worth it for two rea­sons. First, the dis­play of absurd ath­leti­cism; sec­ond, Kim Cli­jsters’ mini-swoon after­ward. Mean­while, here, left, is the Piper’s cover for Ladies and […]

Parnassus

Par­nas­sus, Nashville’s new inde­pen­dent book­store, offi­cially opened yes­ter­day to much fan­fare. It’s not sur­pris­ing, given the incred­i­ble amount of advance pub­lic­ity locally and nation­ally: a front page story in The New York Times and Publisher’s Weekly; in the Novem­ber issue of Gar­den & Gun; in Chapter16.org; the Chris­t­ian Sci­ence Mon­i­tor and NPR. This is due, […]

Federer, Kirkus!, and The Agony of Beginning

I’ve been a shitty blogger—my last entry came right after the U.S. Open final—although I have an excuse (upcom­ing) but must first pat myself on the back for my pre­science. In my pre­vi­ous post, I’d said of the Rafa/Nole match that it was “a con­test…”: painful, at times, to watch, really excru­ci­at­ing to behold, because […]

A Few Thoughts on Nadal/Djokovic XXIX

If the 2011 U.S. Open tells the seri­ous fan any­thing, it’s that men’s ten­nis is now a three-way con­ver­sa­tion between Djokovic, Nadal, and Fed­erer. In the semis, Fed’s slash­ing, quick­sil­ver offense, his amped-up serve, musketeer’s move­ment, and better-than-ever back­hand once again brought Novak to the brink, and the best arti­cle I’ve read about Roger’s second […]

Multitasking

At Nashville’s Sta­tion Inn last night, caught The Time Trav­el­ers, who were joined by the incom­pa­ra­ble Vince Gill. They called up a guest from the audi­ence, a gor­geous Swede named Miranda, the lead singer, she explained, of a country/western band back home and, in an accent so heavy the crowd feared for her upcom­ing performance, […]

Back in the Saddle

Back in Nashville after nearly a month in New York (where I took the time to insult Bill Ryan yet again) and, after sev­eral days of unpack­ing and unbury­ing myself from mail, plus host­ing my father, who made the drive with me, I’m happy to report I’ve offi­cially com­menced work on my next novel. Its […]