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I've often been asked to write a brief biography, to explain who I am--one of those linear statements of life that no one likes to read: I was born here, moved there, traveled in between.
The way we talk about ourselves so rarely tells the reader much: those rational details--my height, my weight, number of husbands, number of children. Titles of my published stories, poems. How I wrote my current novel.
Book Doctor took years to write.
What's often most interesting about all of us is what we do not say. Here's what I can tell you, that you might like to know. I love to write, and always have: the way words fall out right onto a page, out from some mysterious place I do not know. I love stories, especially stories from strangers: the tall foreign woman who sat next to you on a plane, who tells you every single thing she can about her life, then vanishes at the Cleveland airport, leaving you with her story forever.
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What Harbinger Singh really wanted was a book. He wanted a book he had written.
The complex, but all too familiar, language of the Artful Untruth... horrifying but hilarious.
No Charge for Looking is one of my lifetime obsessions: Jews, Arabs, the city of Nazareth, and a naive American woman trying hard to understand what she sees.
Today, I'm ready
to write my first prayer.
It's middle-aged.
A long time ago
I had a bas mitzvah.
I wrote a prayer then too.
God is a tree was the title.
Louis Savitsky didn't like it.
Help me
not want more
all the time
to know
I have
what I need.
unseenamerica, an ongoing project in visual history, started in 2000. Nannies, homecare workers, migrants, and scores of others tell the stories of their lives through pictures they take of what they see.
Painting Brooklyn Stories is a catalogue of memorable paintings by Nina Talbot of immigrant stories in Brooklyn. I wrote poems about the lives Nina drew. The catalogue accompanied our exhibit, at the Brooklyn Historical Society.
My favorite interviewer, Sheryl McCarthy, asks me some good questions.
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I am new to this intangible world, part outer space, part as common as a telephone. I don't understand how it works. How we find one another, how we decide what to say, and how to say it. But I'd like to try, to find you (whoever you are) and to write as much as I can. Let me know what you like and what you don't. And write to me. Write to me.
bookdoctor (at) rcn (dot) com