Megan Chance

Megan Chance is the critically acclaimed, award-winning author of more than twenty novels, including A Dangerous Education, A Splendid Ruin, Bone River, and An Inconvenient Wife. She and her husband live in the Pacific Northwest.

Chance's new novel is Glamorous Notions.

Recently I asked the author about what she was reading. Chance's reply:

The Safekeep by Yael van der Wouden

Okay, this book … There’s so much to be said about it that can’t really be said without spoiling it, but I can tell you this: it’s set in the early 1960s in the Dutch countryside, which has finally recovered from WWII. The story deals with Isabel and her brother’s fiancée, Eva, who comes to stay at their family house—where only Isabel currently lives—while the brother is on a long business trip. Eva and Isabel try to get along, but they just don’t like one another, and Isabel is paranoid and suspicious. As their relationship grows and changes, we begin to see that though the land is healed, the scars from the war may still be there in other, more psychological and emotional ways.

This book is beautiful and subtle and heart-wrenching. It’s a love story, and a story about obsession, and it is a book I simply can’t forget. Provocative, sensual, compelling, yes. It’s all those things, plus it taught me something about the war that I didn’t know, though really it’s not about WWII so much as it is about the fact that wars never really end. They lodge themselves in our bodies and our minds, changing our chemistry in ways perhaps both good and bad but always forever.

Just a stunning novel. Read it.

Visit Megan Chance's website.

My Book, The Movie: A Splendid Ruin.

The Page 69 Test: A Splendid Ruin.

Q&A with Megan Chance.

The Page 69 Test: A Dangerous Education.

My Book, The Movie: A Dangerous Education.

Writers Read: Megan Chance (February 2023).

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James Byrne

James Byrne is the pseudonym for an author who has worked for more than twenty years as a journalist and in politics. A native of the Pacific Northwest, he lives in Portland, Oregon.

Byrne's new Dez Limerick thriller is Chain Reaction.

Recently I asked the author about what he was reading. Byrne's reply:

I shouldn’t read mysteries and thrillers when I’m in a first-draft mode — as I am now — so I’m re-reading Wind, Sand and Stars by aviator, novelist, journalist Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. It’s a collection of the most amazing stories about the earliest days of aviation. He writes about flying over hostile tribes in North Africa and the treacherous Andes Mountains in South America, delivering the mail in the 1930s. His prose style is beautiful and lyrical, and his descriptions are elegant.

Although he’s most famous for The Little Prince, it’s his aviation writing that mesmerizes me.

Adding to his mystique: The greatest writer to ever focus on the adventure of flying disappeared over the Mediterranean in 1944 while flying off the coast of occupied France.

Visit James Byrne's website.

Q&A with James Byrne.

The Page 69 Test: Deadlock.

My Book, The Movie: Deadlock.

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D.W. Buffa

The Dark Backward is among D.W. Buffa's more recent novels to be released. The story revolves around not just the strangest case William Darnell had ever tried;

it was the strangest case ever tried by any lawyer anywhere. It was impossible to explain; or rather, impossible to believe. The defendant, who did not speak English or any other language anyone could identify, had been found on an island no one knew existed, and charged with murder, rape and incest. He was given the name Adam, and Adam, as Darnell comes to learn, is more intelligent, quicker to learn, than anyone he has ever met. Adam, he learns to his astonishment, is a member of an ancient civilization that has remained undiscovered for more than three thousand years.

Buffa is also the author of ten legal thrillers involving the defense attorney Joseph Antonelli. He has also published a series that attempts to trace the movement of western thought from ancient Athens, in Helen; the end of the Roman Empire, in Julian's Laughter; the Renaissance, in The Autobiography of Niccolo Machiavelli; and America in the twentieth century, in Neumann's Last Concert.

Here is Buffa's take on The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles:

When Paul Bowles was ten years old his family bought a piano and he did what any ten year old would have done: studied music theory, sight-singing and piano technique, and then wrote “LeCarre: An Opera in Nine Chapters.” It was a story that any ten year old would think to compose: the tangled affair of two men who exchange wives. The private New York school he attended decided that the young Paul Bowles was perhaps not quite normal for his age and moved him from the fourth to the sixth grade. It might have been better had they simply sent him off to graduate school, though, if they had, it would have been difficult to know exactly what university he should be sent and what he should study. Music was not his only interest, or his only accomplishment. When he was fifteen, he wrote his first crime story, saw Stravinsky’s The Firebird at Carnegie Hall, and displayed considerable, not to say prodigious, talent as a painter.

It would take a dozen pages to list the musical compositions of Paul Bowles and more pages than that to describe the sometimes discordant events of his personal life. His marriage, in which he and his wife often lived separately, and sometimes with other people, could only be described in a novel, one something like the one he wrote himself, a novel that, it is fair to say, could only have been written by a great musician. The Sheltering Sky is music set to English prose.

The story, on the surface, is simple enough, and even, again on the surface, a little absurd. A young couple travel with a friend across North Africa, moving from one remote village to another across the arid, blindingly hot Sahara. An epidemic is raging across North Africa. The husband, named Port, gets typhoid and dies. His wife, Kit, wandering off into the desert, is picked up by a caravan, sleeps with the Arab leader, is made part of his harem, and then escapes. That is all there is, an adventure story without much adventure. There are no battles, no rescues, and no happy endings. There is not much, really, in the way of an ending at all; nothing but a vast feeling of sadness and regret. It is, if you will, like the ending of Richard Strauss’s Thus Spake Zarathustra, a few dying notes in the distance that somehow seem to hint, and perhaps more than hint, at a new beginning, a beginning that gives a different, and a deeper, meaning to what you have just heard, or, in this case, what you have just read.

Begin at the beginning, begin with the title: The Sheltering Sky. There is a difference between Moslems and Christians, a difference in the way Moslems and Christians live, the culture, or more adequately, the horizon within which people take their bearings, what they look to when they try to define who and what they are. But, Bowles reminds us, there is another horizon, a horizon that everyone, Moslem, Christian, Hindu, Jew, or any other religion or nationality, share, the horizon that encircles and shelters us all — the sky, with the sun and the moon and the stars we gaze at at night. In the ancient understanding, this, what we see above us, was the inside of a covering that included within it the visible and only universe. Modern science removed this shelter and left us with nothing, no heaven, no hell; nothing but life and death, an earthbound existence in which life reproduces itself, and death repeats itself, over and over again.

The Sheltering Sky, though not a long book, is divided into three parts or books. The first book is called ‘Tea in the Sahara.’ The young married couple, Port and Kit, cross the Atlantic for the first time since 1939. The war has just ended and they intend to keep as far as possible from the places touched by it, which is why they have come to North Africa. They do not come as tourists; they come as travelers. A tourist hurries home after a few weeks or months; a traveler, “belonging no more to one place than to the next, moves slowly, over a period of years, from one part of the earth to another.” A second difference follows from the first. A tourist “accepts his own civilization without question; not so the traveler who compares it with others, and rejects those elements he finds not to his liking.” There was one element in particular that Port was eager to reject: “the war was one face of the mechanized age he wanted to forget.”

Port and Kit are not traveling alone, A friend of theirs, Tunner, has come with them. Kit is married to Port, but Tunner is “astonishingly handsome, as the girls often told him, in his late Paramount way.” But he has not much depth. “Usually there was very little expression on his smooth face.” This “suggested a bland contentment,” but the reason for that contentment is as devastating a critique of American self-satisfaction as has ever been written. Tunner was “an essentially simple individual, irresistibly attracted by whatever remained just beyond his intellectual grasp.”

Tunner might be perfectly content with himself and with the world around him, but Kit was dissatisfied with everything, including especially herself. Small, “with blonde hair and an olive complexion,” she was saved “from prettiness by the intensity of her gaze,” an intensity so great that when she looks at you, there was a “piercing, questioning violence” in her eyes. There is a struggle raging within her between “reason and atavism.” She lived always with the expectation of disaster; she saw in everything an omen of impending catastrophe. A feeling of doom pervaded her every daytime thought and her every nighttime dream. When she looked around her, she could only lament that, “The people of each country get more like the people of every country. They have no character, no beauty, no ideals, no culture — nothing, nothing.”

Port, her husband, shares this sense of things coming undone, of a world that has lost its way. “Europe,” he declares with almost angry conviction, “has destroyed the whole world.” The only protection left from utter destruction is the sky itself. “I often have the sensation when I look at it that it’s a solid thing up there, protecting us from what’s behind.” When Kit asks him what is behind the sky, he replies, “Nothing, I suppose. Just darkness. Absolute night.” And then he tells her that they are both afraid of the same thing. “We’ve never managed, either one of us, to get all the way into life. We’re hanging on to the outside for all we’re worth, convinced we’re going to fall off at the next bump.”

Port and Kit had not been in love for a long time. She could never rid herself of the terror that was “always with her,” and he could never “break out of the cage into which he had shut himself, the cage he had built long ago to save himself from love.” So they drifted along, and, after a while, forgot about time. “One year was like another year. Eventually everything would happen.” And nothing did.

In Book Two, “The Earth’s Sharp Edge,” the scene shifts from the movement across North Africa to a stationary place. Lieutenant d’Armagnac, the commander of the French military post of You Noura, has, after two years, lost his enthusiasm for the natives. “About the time he had grown tired of his half-dozen mistresses,” he stopped thinking about the Arabs and took them “for granted.” He was mainly concerned with the epidemic spreading across North Africa. Port and Kit arrive by train. Tunner has been left to travel with an old woman and her depraved and dishonest son in their enormous Mercedes motor car. Port has become quite ill, but this village, “without any visible sign of European influence,” is what they had hoped to find. It had the “unexpected quality of being complete which dissipated the feeling of chaos.”

Chaos, for Port and Kit and those after the war who tried to grasp the essential meaning of things, had become the overwhelming, inescapable condition of the modern, Western, world, the complete absence of any defining purpose, any singular method of measuring, determining, the relative significance of things. Without an agreed upon way of life, the world had become nothing more than an empty search for no one quite knew what. It was no accident that existentialism became the rage, the belief that it did not matter what you believed, so long as you believed in something. It did not matter what you decided, so long as you were willing to make a commitment.

Port’s illness became severe. He had typhoid and there was no question but that he was dying. He tells Kit: “There are so many things I want to say. I don’t know what they are. I’ve forgotten them all.” Words vanish from his mind, and that clarifies his thought. Dying, at the end, he understood meant to “Reach out, pierce the fine fabric of the sheltering sky, take repose.”

Port is dead, and Kit is left to decide on her own what to do. it is not what anyone, in the comfort of their middle-class existence, would expect or even think possible. She does not stay to arrange for her husband’s burial; she does not even bother to let anyone — the local authorities, their family and friends in America — know that he has died. She simply leaves. She packs a small bag and walks out of the village into the desert. There is no sadness, no regret, no mourning; the only feeling she has is, strangely enough, or perhaps not so strange after all, the thrill of being free. “Life was suddenly there, she was in it, not looking through the window at it.” She had “found it again, the joy of being.”

Lieutenant d’Armagnac drew his own conclusions. He thought she had left her husband to die alone. Worse yet, she had created a problem. “Death from typhoid was one thing,” but “the disappearance of a white woman in the desert was another.” Quite another. In Book Three, “The Sky,” the world is turned upside down. It is now not the question of how Europe, the West, has changed the Moslem world; it is how the Moslem world changes someone from the West, an American woman who suddenly finds herself free of all the restrains of her country and her past.

A woman wanders into the desert and after a few hours sees in the distance an Arab caravan, but instead of describing a woman, a woman whose husband has just died, as worried about what might happen, Bowles does something quite astonishing. He writes about a woman who suddenly discovers what, until now, has been hidden from her, hidden by the sky that has so long sheltered her from confronting who, beneath all that her civilization has taught her, she really is. She sees two men on their camels leading the procession. “Even as she saw these two men she knew that she would accompany them, and the certainty gave her an unexpected sense of power; instead of feeling the omens, she now would make them, be them herself.”

The first night she is with them, Belqassim, the leader, takes her. “In his behavior there was a perfect balance between gentleness and violence that gave her particular delight. The moon came up but she did not see it.” When Belqassim is finished with her, the other man takes her. She complains to Belqassim, but without anger or remorse. She was anything but distressed. She was instead, “happy for a while, floating on the surface of time, conscious of making the gestures of love only after she had discovered herself in the act of making them.” And then Bowles adds a line that puts everything in perspective, and places the ultimate lesson waiting to be learned somewhere the other side of the sheltering sky: “Since the beginning of all things each motion had been waiting to be born, and at last was coming into existence.”

After the caravan had reached home, Belqassim makes Kit part of his household. A prisoner in her room, she lives “solely for those few fiery hours spent each day beside Belqassim.” One day, going through the things in her valise — a lipstick, a compact — they seem to her “like the fascinating and mysterious objects left by a vanished civilization.” Eventually, realizing that Belqassim is not unique, and that anyone “even faintly resembling” him, “would please her quite as much,” she escapes. But where can she go? If she goes back to the West, the Americans will discover what she had done and make her try to explain herself, and that, she knows, will destroy her. She remembers what Port had told her, “that the sky hides the night behind it, shelters the person beneath from the horror that lies above.”

Taken to the American consulate in a city on the shore of the Mediterranean and left in a cab outside the hotel where, she is told, Tunner may be waiting, she disappears. A streetcar, heading toward the dockyard through shabby buildings and dimly lighted streets, stops at the edge of the Arab quarter. It is “the end of the line.”

And the end of the music only Paul Bowles could have turned into words.

Visit D.W. Buffa's website.

Buffa's previous third reading essays: The Great Gatsby; Brave New World; Lord Jim; Death in the Afternoon; Parade's End; The Idiot; The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire; The Scarlet Letter; Justine; Patriotic Gore; Anna Karenina; The Charterhouse of Parma; Emile; War and Peace; The Sorrows of Young Werther; Bread and Wine; “The Crisis of the Mind” and A Man Without Qualities; Eugene Onegin; The Collected Works of Thomas Babington Macaulay; The Europeans; The House of Mirth and The Writing of Fiction; Doctor Faustus; the reading list of John F. Kennedy; Jorge Luis Borges; History of the Peloponnesian War; Mansfield Park; To Each His Own; A Passage To India; Seven Pillars of Wisdom; The Letters of T.E. Lawrence; All The King’s Men; The Roman History of Ammianus Marcellinus; Naguib Mahfouz’s novels of ancient Egypt; Main Street; Theodore H. White's The Making of the President series, part I; Theodore H. White's The Making of the President series, part II; Thus Spoke Zarathustra; Fiction's Failure; Hermann Hesse's Demian; Frederick Douglass, Slavery, and The Fourth of July; Caesar’s Ghost; The American Constitution; A Tale of Two Cities; The Leopard; Madame Bovary.

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Sam Wiebe

Sam Wiebe is an award-winning and best-selling author of Pacific Northwest crime fiction.

His Wakeland series includes Invisible Dead, Cut You Down, Hell and Gone, Sunset and Jericho, and the upcoming Wrath of Exiles. The series has been praised for its authenticity and social realism. He’s also the author of Ocean Drive, Last of the Independents, Never Going Back, and A Lonesome Place for Dying under the pen name Nolan Chase.

Recently I asked Wiebe about what he was reading. His reply:

My last read of 2024 was Nicholas Nickleby, the novel Dickens started in the middle of writing Oliver Twist. It’s better (and less antisemitic) than Twist, but not as compelling as his latter masterpieces. What’s remarkable is that two years after Nickleby came out, the corrupt and brutal ‘Yorkshire schools’ the book takes aim against were nearly all out of business. Amazing to think a novel could have such an effect on the world.

Valancourt reissues a lot of great horror fiction, and I’ve also been reading their first two volumes of Victorian Christmas Ghost Stories, edited by Tara Moore and Allen Grove. Each volume has some standout tales.

Visit Sam Wiebe's website.

My Book, The Movie: Invisible Dead.

The Page 69 Test: Invisible Dead.

The Page 69 Test: Cut You Down.

Q&A with Sam Wiebe.

The Page 69 Test: Hell and Gone.

Writers Read: Sam Wiebe (March 2022).

My Book, The Movie: Hell and Gone.

My Book, The Movie: Sunset and Jericho.

Writers Read: Sam Wiebe (April 2023).

The Page 69 Test: Sunset and Jericho.

The Page 69 Test: Ocean Drive.

My Book, The Movie: Ocean Drive.

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Clay McLeod Chapman

Clay McLeod Chapman is the author of novels What Kind of Mother, Ghost Eaters, Whisper Down the Lane, The Remaking, and miss corpus, story collections nothing untoward, commencement, and rest area, as well as The Tribe middlegrade series: Homeroom Headhunters, Camp Cannibal, and Academic Assassins.

His new novel is Wake Up and Open Your Eyes.

Recently I asked Chapman about what he was reading. His reply:

Good Night, Sleep Tight by Brian Evenson

Evenson is known for his economy. Within his stories, there's never a sentence that feels unnecessary. There's no fat to his fiction. It's all lean, efficient and effective and profoundly unnerving. His most recent collection expands upon this at such an exponential rate, which may be due to the fact that there's just as much scifi here as horror. Explorations of liminality, autonomy and parenthood run throughout. The minimalism within each sentence ended up creating a chasm in my imagination, where there was so much space -- dark, black space -- to fill in the Hemmingway gaps. I feel like these stories are portholes into other worlds and Evenson truly introduced me to a whole new universe of things to be afraid of.

Visit Clay McLeod Chapman's website.

My Book, The Movie: The Remaking.

The Page 69 Test: The Remaking.

My Book, The Movie: Whisper Down the Lane.

Q&A with Clay McLeod Chapman.

The Page 69 Test: Whisper Down the Lane.

Writers Read: Clay McLeod Chapman (September 2022).

The Page 69 Test: What Kind of Mother.

Writers Read: Clay McLeod Chapman (September 2023).

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Michael Cannell

Michael Cannell is the author of five non-fiction books, most recently Blood and the Badge: The Mafia, Two Killer Cops, and a Scandal That Shocked the Nation. His previous books are A Brotherhood Betrayed: The Man Behind the Rise and Fall of Murder, Inc., Incendiary: The Psychiatrist, the Mad Bomber and the Invention of Criminal Profiling, The Limit: Life and Death on the 1961 Grand Prix Circuit, and I.M. Pei: Mandarin of Modernism.

Cannell has worked as a reporter for Time and an editor for The New York Times. His writing has appeared in The New Yorker, Sports Illustrated, and many other publications.

Recently I asked the author about what he was reading. Cannell's reply:

Some years ago a book editor took me to lunch at a Midtown Manhattan sushi restaurant. Over miso soup and tuna rolls, I proposed a complicated structure for the book he had hired me to write. His response was this: I don’t care what structure you employ, as long as you ask yourself what the characters want at the start of each chapter. It was the best advice I ever received.

I write in a style know as narrative non-fiction. I’m a journalist. I tell true stories drawn from history. I fabricate nothing. Nor do I exaggerate or embellish. My books may, however, read like fiction, at least I hope they do, because I borrow techniques found in novels. Among other things, I try to impart my subjects’ feelings and motivations — their inner lives — as my editor suggested.

Where might you observe the most skillful examples of character development? I direct you to Colm Tóibín’s novel Brooklyn, the story of a small-town Irish girl who emigrates to New York in 1951. Toibin is a master of subterranean emotions, of plumbing the complicated depths of feeling and motivations even as the surface of the story remains almost still.

Visit Michael T. Cannell's website.

My Book, The Movie: The Limit.

The Page 99 Test: The Limit.

My Book, The Movie: Incendiary.

My Book, The Movie: A Brotherhood Betrayed.

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Meryl Gordon

Meryl Gordon is an award-winning journalist and tenured NYU journalism professor. She is the author of four biographies; two have been New York Times bestsellers. Her work has appeared in New York Magazine, Vanity Fair, and The New York Times.

A native of Rochester, New York and a graduate of the University of Michigan, Gordon has worked as a newspaper reporter, magazine writer, TV and radio reporter. She has covered a wide array of topics including national politics, influential New Yorkers, police and courts, economics and business, fashion, food, celebrities, pioneering women and book reviews. She is based in New York City.

Gordon's new book is The Woman Who Knew Everyone: The Power of Perle Mesta, Washington's Most Famous Hostess.

Recently I asked the author about what she was reading. Gordon's reply:

Since I am a biographer, people expect me to read a lot of biographies and sometimes I do, to see how other authors frame their subjects and deal with the ambiguities. But for pleasure, I’m much more likely to read novels, mysteries, fantasy and books recommended by friends.

A few high points of this year: Martin MacInnes’ stunning novel In Ascension. Riveting, beautifully-written futuristic book, kept me up late at night, made me think. Satisfying ending, which rarely seems to happen.

Ian Rankin’s latest in the Inspector Rebus series: Midnight and Blue. I am addicted to this series, and in this new book, the writer is in top form.

My favorite book gifts to friends continues to be Rachel Joyce’s trilogy, beginning with The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry. So surprising, so meaningful, so fascinating to hear the same story from the perspective of three characters. Reminder of how we all experience life in different ways.

My reading has taken a different turn since the July death of my husband, political columnist Walter Shapiro. Another widow recommended, How to Go On Living When Someone You Love Dies, by Therese Rando. I initially resisted the suggestion but ultimately found the book to be tremendously helpful. It made me understand that I wasn’t going crazy, that a lot of my reactions are normal.

I also rediscovered the work of Anne Lamott, especially Traveling Mercies. She is so wise and honest and even funny at times, writing about loss and grief and healing. A comforting companion on life’s journey.

Visit Meryl Gordon's website.

The Page 99 Test: The Phantom of Fifth Avenue.

Writers Read: Meryl Gordon (October 2017).

The Page 99 Test: Bunny Mellon.

My Book, The Movie: Bunny Mellon.

My Book, The Movie: The Woman Who Knew Everyone.

--Marshal Zeringue