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November 11, 2010
What teacher has not felt this pain—the pain of the audible yawn from the kid in the back row just as you launch into the lesson you worked on for an hour and a half—or worse, the lesson you spent only ten minutes preparing and are now feeling vulnerable about?
November 10, 2010
Part of the sadness here comes, of course, from a young woman being robbed, senselessly and viciously, of her life. But it is sad, too, in the way it deprived a young man, a man who hadn’t even known her that well, the luxury of remembering her without bitterness, of being able to ask lightheartedly: “I wonder what So-and-So is up to?”
November 9, 2010
by Matt Wood
Since my kids won’t be old enough to read this for a few more years, by which time they’ll probably hate me for other reasons, I’ll say this out loud: I sometimes fantasize about a life without them.
November 1, 2010
And so he whirled mirthlessly on, flourishing the word “prose” like a magic wand, working pale variations on his “Reader’s Manifesto.” Take that, Toni Morrison! In your face, Jonathan Franzen!
October 29, 2010
by Sonya Chung
“I think the single most defining characteristic of a writer” – I found myself saying to a friend the other day, when she asked my thoughts on the teaching of writing – “I mean the difference between a writer and someone who ‘wants to be a writer,’ is a high tolerance for uncertainty.”
October 28, 2010
by Edan Lepucki
Doesn’t every reader, male or female, young or old, find that phase of life to be particularly dramatic, moving, screwed up, and beautiful?
October 27, 2010
by Bill Morris
Sad but true, the rejection letter, like so many things in book publishing, is a shadow of what it used to be.
October 26, 2010
I give my Idler book a big hug for bucking our stateside Be Perfect Do Everything Under the Sun child-rearing culture. Tom Hodgkinson’s answer to almost all of our must-do’s and have’s — from Tae Kwon Do classes to extravagant vacations — is a firm but friendly “Don’t do it!” Just stay on the couch to ponder life.
October 21, 2010
These are the things my son James has been afraid of in the 16-months that he’s been alive: The grinding blender, the roaring vacuum, disembodied voices on the speaker phone, the time I pantomimed a broken leg, being put to bed alone in his crib.
October 18, 2010
Michael Westen and I had work we liked, and we don’t have it anymore. We’re burned, and we’re spending a whole lot of time trying to get back into the game.