Articles by Bill Morris
March 24, 2017
My inventory led to an unassailable conclusion: not all that much has changed in my lifetime, really, and certainly not in the fundamental ways my grandfather’s day-to-day life changed.
January 11, 2017
This year we lost a Nobel laureate, several Pulitzer Prize winners, many writers with wide readerships, and many more who never achieved the acclaim or the audiences they deserved.
October 26, 2016
EQMM can be seen as a pioneering force in what is now a fact of life in American fiction — the blending of supposedly “high” and “low” literary forms, the blurring of genre boundaries, the growing sense among writers and readers that the old strictures and snobberies hampered free and fruitful cross-pollination.
September 30, 2016
James McBride’s ‘Kill ‘Em and Leave’ is a scorchingly honest examination of the racial divide that explains why America continues to be a bloody and schizophrenic place.
August 18, 2016
Publishing’s abiding obsession with fresh voices ignores a curious fact about our current literary scene: a startling number of the finest writers at work today are not twentysomethings; they’re eightysomethings.
August 5, 2016
SoHo Sins succeeds because it was written by a man with a day job, a job that gives him intimate knowledge of how a subculture works – its personalities and preoccupations, its business practices, its styles, its silliness and occasional beauty.
July 21, 2016
Writing is gratifying on a daily basis. If I didn’t love doing it, I would have stopped a long time ago.
June 3, 2016
I love the idea of grafting details from my life — a white Italian-American living in 2016, in his 40s — grafting that onto the life of a black singer born in Cleveland in the late-1920s. Being able to mix all that stuff together was really appealing to me.
May 24, 2016
Maybe the problem is that musicians keep living clichéd lives that can’t be made into anything but clichéd movies.
May 18, 2016
I think Estleman would proud of being described as a throwback to an earlier era, when writers wrote prolifically and never failed to entertain. It’s not haute cuisine — it’s red meat, the stuff you can’t put down until your plate is clean.