

I just read Caroline Moorehead’s biography, Gellhorn:A Twentieth Century Life, the story of the journalist and wife of Ernest Hemingway, Martha Gellhorn. Gellhorn was restless and intrepid, a match for Hemingway in her intensity, moods and need to be in the center of the action. They covered the Spanish Civil War together, fought, married, fought some more, traveled, loved and divorced in a firestorm of recrimination. She was the only woman who left him, and probably the only one he loved.Learn more about Robin Gerber and her work at her website.I had admired Gellhorn for years and the book confirmed my impression of her as yet another woman who deserves a more prominent place in history.
Before Gellhorn, I read Robert Coles' biography, Dorothy Day: A Radical Devotion. She was founder of the Catholic Worker movement, a radical reformer who lived her beliefs by staying in her “Houses of Hospitality,” that sheltered and fed the homeless during the Depression. Day presents an extreme of belief, conviction and choice that we rarely see, and that is deeplymoving.
In between, as I contemplate trying genre fiction, I’ve been reading David Baldacci’s Last Man Standing. He’s a master of maintaining a character’s point of view, and keeping readers on the edge of their seats.
--Marshal Zeringue