Tuesday, April 21, 2026

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 Education of Henry Adams:
Written in 1905, The Education of Henry Adams was printed in a private edition of one hundred copies, limited, perhaps, to that number because it was thought to be as large an audience as it was likely to command. Adams explains at the very beginning the somewhat unusual ambition he had for the book.

“American literature offers scarcely one working model for high education…. Except in the abandoned sphere of the dead languages, no one has discussed what part of education has, in his personal experience, turned out to be useful, and what not. This volume attempts to discuss it.”

Five hundred pages later, in a chapter entitled, “The Abyss of Ignorance,” Adams tells us what he had hoped his education would teach him and why this was a necessary sequel to something else he had written. The century 1150-1250, expressed in Amiens Cathedral and the Works of Thomas Aquinas, was, he believed, “the unit from which he might measure down to his own time, without assuming anything as true or untrue, except relation.” He had written Mont Saint Michel: a study of thirteenth-century unity so that he could, from that point, “fix a position for himself, which he would label: The Education of Henry Adams: a study of twentieth-century multiplicity. With the help of these two points of relation, he hoped to project his line forward and backward indefinitely, subject to correction from anyone who should know better.” Adams was serious. This was not some generalized scheme of historical movement; he had something quite specific in mind: to trace, to “triangulate,” not just the movement, the “acceleration of movement in politics since the year 1200, as he was trying to fix it in philosophy and physics; in finance and force.”

Born on February 2, 1838, Adams had more than the ordinary chances of acquiring the education he needed. His great-grandfather, John Adams, and his grandfather, John Quincy Adams, had both been President, and his father, Charles Francis Adams, was the American minister to England during the Civil War. Henry Adams, however, was never to have anything like the same kind of career. “As it happened he never got to the point of playing the game at all; he lost himself in the study of it….” It was not because he was a particularly good student. He hated school, “and the prejudice became deeper with years. He always reckoned his school-days from ten to sixteen years old, as time thrown away.” There were, really, only four things he thought he needed to know: Mathematics, French, German, and Spanish. “With these he could master in very short time any special branch of inquiry, and feel at home in any society.” It is a mark of how much has changed in what we mean by education, that Adams added, “Latin and Greek, he could, with the help of the modern languages, learn more completely by the intelligent work of six weeks than in the six years he spent on them at school.”

After the wasted years of ten to sixteen, Adams wasted four more at Harvard. Looking back on it, he could only shake his head. “The chief wonder of education is that it does not ruin everybody concerned in it, teachers and taught.” For its part, Harvard, which was then a school of only a handful of teachers and a few dozen students, was “probably less hurtful than any other university then in existence. It taught little, and that little ill, but it left the mind open, free from bias, ignorant of facts, but docile.” When he graduated, the only thing he felt certain about was that “Education has not begun.”

Adams voted for Lincoln in the election of 1860 and finally learned something worth knowing. While no one wanted civil war, or expected it, “Southern secessionists were certainly unbalanced in mind,” and “were stupendously ignorant of the world. Cotton-planters were mentally one-sided, ill-balanced and provincial to a degree rarely known. They were a close society whom the new fountains of power had poured a stream of wealth and slaves that acted like ill on flame.” This, for Adams, was “his first object-lesson of the way in which excess of power worked when held by inadequate hands.” Ignorance was not confined to the South; there was never so much of it as in Washington in the winter of 1860-61. “The few people who thought there knew something were more in error than those who knew nothing.” No one wanted it, but the war came and his father was chosen by Lincoln to become minister to England. Henry Adams went with him as his private secretary.

It was history repeating itself, as Charles Francis Adams understood. He remembered how his grandfather, John Adams, had taken his eleven-year-old son, John Quincy, when he sailed for Europe in the winter of 1778 during the American Revolution, a voyage that often took eighty days; and how his father, John Quincy, had taken him, as a baby of two years, to Russia when Napoleon was about to invade it. When they arrived in England, Henry Adams “supposed himself, as one of the members of a famous anti-slavery family, to be welcome everywhere in the British islands.” But not long after he arrived, “England recognized the belligerency of the Confederacy,” and taught Adams that power had loyalty only to itself. No one “doubted that Jefferson Davis had made or would make a nation. Nearly all were glad of it, though not often saying so.” They thought it a good thing if the South won the war: a Southern victory would diminish the power of a country that had become, at least potentially, a “dangerous power.” After the Union defeat at Bull Run, everyone in England, everyone in Europe, expected the American legation in London to close. Adams was not surprised, “Familiar as the whole tribe of Adamses had been for three generations with the impenetrable stupidity of the British mind….”

Adams did learn something of lasting value. “Then, at last, if never before, Adams acquired education. What he had sought so long, he found; but he was none the wiser, only the more astonished.” He met Algernon Swinburne. No one now remembers Algernon Swinburne; it is doubtful his name is listed as anything more than a footnote among the English writers mentioned in American textbooks on English literature, but according to a high British authority at the beginning of the twentieth century, “The service which Swinburne rendered the English language as a vehicle for lyrical effect is simply incalculable. He revolutionized the entire scheme of English prosody.” More than what Swinburne did, it was what Swinburne was that made him irresistible. “The effect of his artistic personality was in itself intoxicating, even delirious.” He had that effect on Adams, and everyone else who was gathered around the table where they had dinner. No one could “believe his incredible memory and knowledge of literature, classic, medieval and modern; his faculty of reciting a play of Sophocles or a play of Shakespeare, forward or backward, from end to beginning; or Dante or Villon, or Victor Hugo….” He could “write a Greek Ode for a Provencal Chanson as easily as an English quatrain.” Adams was mesmerized. “The idea that one has actually met a genius dawns slowly on a Boston mind, but it made entry at last.”

When the war was over, when the Union had won and Lincoln had been assassinated, Adams stayed longer in Europe and became a writer for the North American Review. Though it had a circulation of only three or four hundred copies, it was the leading American literary periodical. An article required three months work, and paid not more than five dollars a page. “Not many men even in England and France could write a good thirty page article, and practically no one in America read them; but a few score of people, mostly in search of items to steal, ran over the pages to extract an idea or a fact….” Having acquired a reputation as a writer, Adams returned to the United States in 1868 and lived in Washington where he began an annual political review. Washington “was rural, and its society was primitive.” In twenty-four hours, “he could know everybody; in two days everyone knew him.” There was no competition; he had the field to himself. “With his sources of information and his several intimacies at Washington, he could not help saying something that would command attention.” Among other things he wrote, he wrote about President Grant.

Everyone voted for Grant in the election of l868, or at least four-fifths of them, and did it because of “the parallel they felt between Grant and Washington.” Both had been great generals; both, being soldiers, represented order. Grant had organized and commanded half a million, or a million, men in the field; he had to know how to administer a government. But then Grant named his cabinet, men so mediocre, so unqualified, so corrupt, that it changed Adams’ “intended future into an absurdity so laughable as to make him ashamed of it.” A friend of Adams who had served under Grant in the war, described him as “an intermittent energy, immensely powerful when awake, but passive and plastic in repose…. The intellect counted for nothing.” Grant taught a lesson to Adams, a lesson that threatened all hope. “The idea that, as society grew older, it grew one-sided, upset evolution, and made of education a fraud. That two thousand years after Alexander the Great and Julius Caesar, a man like Grant could be called - and should actually and truly be - the highest product of the most advanced evolution, made evolution ludicrous. One must be as commonplace as Grant’s own commonplace to maintain such an absurdity. The progress from from President Washington to President Grant was alone evidence enough to upset Darwin.” There was corruption everywhere, and every intelligent man in government prepared to leave. “The system of 1789 had broken down, and with it the eighteenth century fabric of a priori, or moral principles.”

Several chapters after Adams had written this, he entitled a chapter, chapter twenty-one, “Twenty Years After.” The story of his education has a gap, twenty years, about which he says only, “Education was ended in 1871; life was complete in 1890; the rest mattered so little.” Adams never explains what this means; those who knew him did not need to be told. In 1872 Adams married; in 1885, his wife, Clover, committed suicide. The missing years of education were years of happiness, and then years of tragedy, that taught him everything he wanted, or needed, to know. Happy or heart-broken, he had not stopped working, writing about the most serious things in American history. While his friend, John Hay, who had been one of Lincoln’s two White House assistants, had spent ten years writing his life of Lincoln, Adams had spent close to a dozen years writing his history of Jefferson and Madison. They had, between them, “written nearly all the American history that was to write.”

At the end of the nineteenth century, it had become obvious to Adams that energy had given a new definition to power; that power in its new form was rapidly getting beyond the possibility of control; that the machine was taking over. Adams called this The Law of Acceleration. Between 1800 and 1900, the coal output of the world had doubled every ten years. “An immense volume of force had detached itself from the unknown universe of energy, while still vaster reservoirs, supposed to be infinite, steadily revealed themselves….” At the rate of progress since 1800, Adams concluded, “every American who lived into the year 2000 would know how to control unlimited power.” The effects were not always what might have been desired. “Prosperity never before imagined, power never yet wielded by man, speed never reached by anything but a meteor, had made the world irritable, nervous, querulous, unreasonable and afraid.” The government created by the Founding Fathers, designed to “neutralize the energy of government,” was not equipped to work in “a 20-million h.p. society, where much work needed to be quickly and efficiently done.” Then President McKinley was assassinated and power took on a whole new meaning.

The effect of power, Adams had learned, was on all men “the aggravation of self, a sort of tumor that ends by killing the victim’s sympathies.” The effect of power on Presidents had larger consequences. It “had always been tragic, chiefly as an almost insane excitement at first and the worse reaction afterwards; but also because no mind is so well-balanced as to bear the strain of seizing unlimited force without habit or knowledge of it…” The case was proven by Teddy Roosevelt. “All Roosevelt’s friends knew that his restless and combative energy was more than abnormal. Roosevelt, more than any other man living within the range of notoriety, showed the singular primitive quality that belongs to ultimate matter, - a quality that medieval theology assigns to God, - he was pure act.” The effect of power on Presidents, “the effect of unlimited power on limited mind,” was also seen in the men who had come to control the “masses of power,” the great corporations and industrial trusts that had come to dominate the American economy and give shape to much of American life. They were, in Adams’ judgment, “forces as dumb as their dynamos, absorbed in the development or economy of power.”

The question Adams is left with was whether there is “a necessary sequence of human movement.” The mere sequence of time is artificial; the sequence of thought, chaos. He had turned to the sequence of force, and found himself, “in the Gallery of Machines in the Great Exposition of 1900, with his historical neck broken by the sudden eruption of force totally new.” And then he remembered the year 1200, when the Virgin, the Virgin Mary, and not the Dynamo, was the moving force in the world; when it was understood that “sex was strength.” Goddesses were not worshipped for their beauty; the Virgin was “Goddess because of her force; she was the animated dynamo; she was reproduction - the most mysterious of all energies; all she needed was to be fecund.” This was education. “On one side, at the Louvre and at Chartres…was the highest energy ever known to man, the creation of four-fifths of his noblest art, exercising vastly more attraction over the human mind than all the steam-engines and dynamos ever dreamed of; and yet this energy was unknown to the American mind.”

What then of the question of sequence? The power of the Dynamo, the power, the energy, of the modern age, now appears more a decline than an advance; a power that has made those who have it as dumb as their dynamos, or as excitable, and even insane, as those who, holding high office, attempted to use it. Is the sequence, the history from the thirteenth to the twentieth century, an education that, at the end, teaches nothing so much as the necessity of going back to learn what those who lived in the thirteenth century knew that we have forgotten? Adams does not tell us. Instead, he has given us the history he entitled: Mont Saint Michel and Chartres: a study in thirteenth-century unity. It is up to us to decide whether, like Henry Adams, we are still in need of an education of our own.
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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 GoreAnna 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; The Sheltering Sky; Tocqueville’s America and Ours; American Statesmen; Ancient and Modern Writers Reconsidered; Père Goriot; The Remarkable Edmund Burke; The Novels of W.H. Hudson; America Revised; The City And Man; "The Use And Abuse Of History"; I, Claudius; The Closing of The American Mind; History of Rome; Before The Deluge; Herodotus's Histories.

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Friday, April 17, 2026

Helen Benedict

Helen Benedict, a British-American professor of journalism at Columbia University, is the author of nine novels, six books of nonfiction, and a play.

Her new novel is The Soldier's House.

Recently I asked the author about what she was reading. Benedict's reply:
Like so many people these days, I feel overwhelmed and distressed by the many injustices crowding in on us, from the wars in the Middle East to the dismantling of the natural world, the destruction of our environment, the persecution of immigrants and Latinos, and the deriding of science and fact. I could go on.

So I recently retreated to rereading my favorite novel in the world: Middlemarch, by George Eliot, only to find that she was writing about all the same things a century and a half ago. The way hypocrisy and lies destroy people, including the hypocrites and liars. The evils of greed and destruction. The consequences of unkindness and selfishness. The healing qualities of kindness and reason. Eliot describes all this with irony, satire and yet great affection for her characters, or at least for those who are not wholly irredeemable. I do believe Middlemarch is one of the wisest, and funniest, books ever written in the English language.
Visit Helen Benedict's website.

My Book, The Movie: Sand Queen.

The Page 69 Test: Sand Queen.

The Page 69 Test: Wolf Season.

Q&A with Helen Benedict.

The Page 69 Test: The Good Deed.

My Book, The Movie: The Soldier's House.

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Wednesday, April 15, 2026

Alex Ritany

Alex Ritany is a nonbinary Canadian artist, musician, and author of Dead Girls Don't Say Sorry, I Wish You Wouldn't, and Maybe Tomorrow I’ll Know.

Recently I asked the author about what they were reading. Ritany's reply:
For fiction:

Murderbot Diaries
by Martha Wells

I’m working away at the Murderbot series whenever my library has copies for me. At the moment I have just finished the first one, and it absolutely lived up to the hype. I love “robot” fiction and this take on consciousness and duty was absolutely fascinating. Plus Murderbot’s sense of humour is just awesome. I’ve had this recommended to me countless times, and honestly put off reading for so long only because I knew I’d be completely obsessed whenever I did pick it up (and I was right!), and I can’t wait to explore the rest of Wells’ work.

Frankenstein in Baghdad by Ahmed Saadawi

Anything Frankenstein is an automatic win in our house, so I knew I’d like this book even before I’d picked it up. So far it’s not disappointing me! It tackles very different themes than its namesake, but I love what this author is doing with layers of narration and exposition. It’s a more distant POV than I usually favour and the story can feel quite scattered at times, but I’m only about halfway through, so I look forward to seeing how it resolves.

For nonfiction:

Is a River Alive?
by Robert Macfarlane

This book is a deeply empathetic and informative look into the titular question: Is a river alive? Does a river have rights? What deep significance do rivers have throughout history, and what can we learn from them? It’s got absolutely gorgeous prose and features one of my favourite musicians, Cosmo Sheldrake, which was a fun surprise. I’m about a third of the way through and have a feeling that this will be one of my top nonfiction reads of the year!
Visit Alex Ritany's website.

Q&A with Alex Ritany.

The Page 69 Test: Maybe Tomorrow I'll Know.

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Sunday, April 12, 2026

Anica Mrose Rissi

Anica Mrose Rissi is the award-winning author of more than a dozen books for kids and teens, including picture books, chapter books, middle grade, and YA. Her essays have been published by The Writer and the New York Times, and she plays fiddle in and writes lyrics for the band Owen Lake and the Tragic Loves. Rissi grew up in Maine and spent many years in New York City, where she worked as an executive editor in children’s book publishing. She currently lives in central New Jersey with her very good dog, Sweet Potato.

Rissi's new book is Girl Reflected in Knife.

Recently I asked the author about what she was reading. Rissi's reply:
Back in my editor days, I acquired and edited an unforgettable debut YA novel, OCD Love Story by Corey Ann Haydu. From the start, Corey has been a writer who is unafraid of letting her characters get messy—of allowing them to be fully, deeply, imperfectly human and fully, deeply, imperfectly themselves. Of letting them make big mistakes, feel big emotions, and step right into complicated situations with no easy solutions. And she does it all with gorgeous sentences, an insightful eye, and a generous heart. I went on to edit three more of Corey’s novels before I switched to the author side of the desk, and I’ve remained a huge fan of the many books she has published in the years since, from picture books to YA. This week, Little, Brown published Corey Ann Haydu’s adult debut, Mothers and Other Strangers. It’s a book about mothers and daughters, friendship, and secrets—and a few pages in, I’m already in love.
Visit Anica Mrose Rissi's website.

Coffee with a Canine: Anica Mrose Rissi & Arugula.

The Page 69 Test: Anna, Banana, and the Monkey in the Middle.

Q&A with Anica Mrose Rissi.

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Friday, April 10, 2026

Chris Nickson

Chris Nickson is the author of eleven Tom Harper mysteries, eight highly acclaimed novels in the Richard Nottingham series, and seven Simon Westow mysteries. He is also a well-known music journalist. He lives in his beloved Leeds.

Nickson's new novel, The Faces Of The Dead, is the second title in his WWII historical thriller series featuring Sergeant Cathy Marsden – a female police officer working for the Special Investigation Branch – who investigates the death of a local gangster in WWII Leeds.

Recently I asked Nickson about what he was reading. His reply:
It seems I'm never reading just one book. There's my entertainment reading downstairs, currently November Road by Lou Berney, a crime novel set in the aftermath of the JFK assassination in 1963, around New Orleans and Texas. Too early to tell where it's going, but he's a good enough writer to keep my interested. Also going through several book on Todmorden, a small town on the border of Yorkshire and Lancashire, as research for a novel I've just begun to write. It's set in 1862, and only a part of the book is set there. I've visited several times and walked the streets, imagining myself back 160 years so I can try and capture the place (even some of the street names have changed!)

Upstairs, a Georgette Heyer I've never read, The Infamous Army, all about Waterloo, and supposedly a little different from her usual romances. I'm a big fan of her writing and her impeccable research, so this should be a joy to discover.
Visit Chris Nickson's website.

My Book, The Movie: The Constant Lovers.

The Page 69 Test: The Constant Lovers.

The Page 69 Test: The Iron Water.

The Page 69 Test: The Hanging Psalm.

Q&A with Chris Nickson.

The Page 69 Test: The Molten City.

My Book, The Movie: Molten City.

Writers Read: Chris Nickson (August 2021).

The Page 69 Test: Brass Lives.

The Page 69 Test: The Blood Covenant.

The Page 69 Test: The Dead Will Rise.

Writers Read: Chris Nickson (March 2023).

The Page 69 Test: Rusted Souls.

Writers Read: Chris Nickson (September 2023).

The Page 69 Test: The Scream of Sins.

Writers Read: Chris Nickson (March 2024).

The Page 69 Test: Them Without Pain.

Writers Read: Chris Nickson (September 2024).

Writers Read: Chris Nickson (March 2025).

The Page 69 Test: No Precious Truth.

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Wednesday, April 8, 2026

Diana Awad

Diana Awad is an Arab American who grew up all over the world as the daughter of a United States Foreign Service Officer. After college, she became a local television journalist and often covered stories about violent crimes and mysterious disappearances. She eventually decided to write her own stories with unexpected endings. Awad also writes historical romance as Diana Quincy and historical mystery as D. M. Quincy. She is now happily settled in Virginia but still gets the itch to explore far-off places. When she’s not bent over her laptop, Awad reads, devours streaming thriller series, and plots her next travel adventure.

Awad's new novel is As Far as She Knew.

Recently I asked the author about what she was reading. Awad's response:
I just finished The Correspondent, an epistolary novel that unfolds completely through letters and emails. Normally, I’m not a huge fan of this format but decided to give The Correspondent, written by Virginia Evans, a try after it was highly recommended by a friend and named to a few best book of the year lists. The novel focuses on Sybil, a retired law clerk in her seventies, who documents her life through letters and texts. In these missives, she explores loss, coming to terms with grief, human connection and finding love late in life. The Correspondent is a quiet novel and it is that quietude that makes it so powerful. However, what drew me to the novel the most was its celebration of the written word and its ode to the vanishing art of letter writing.
Visit Diana Awad's website.

My Book, The Movie: As Far as She Knew.

The Page 69 Test: As Far as She Knew.

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Monday, April 6, 2026

Pamela Steele

Pamela Steele holds an MFA in Poetry from Spalding University. Her books include Paper Bird: Poems and Greasewood Creek. She has been awarded residencies and fellowships by the Djerassi Resident Artists Program in Woodside, California; the Hindman Settlement School Oak Ledge, in Knott County, Kentucky; the Jentel Artist Residency in Banner, Wyoming; and Fishtrap’s Gathering of Writers in Joseph, Oregon. She lives on a ranch in the high desert of Eastern Oregon.

Steele's new novel is In the Fields of Fatherless Children.

Recently I asked the author about what she was reading. Steele's reply:
I haven't been finding a great deal of time to read for pleasure due to my novel release. My days are filled with last minute emails from my publisher or prospective hosts for festivals, readings, and signings. That said, I've just listened to an amazing audiobook and am glad to have a chance to recommend it, just as it was recommended to me by a writer friend: A Place Called Winter, by Patrick Gale (2016).

The novel, set in Edwardian England and Canada, is a lovely, bittersweet period piece. Harry Cane, the main character, is a quiet, routine-centered man who is self-conscious of his anxiety-induced stutter. He conscientiously follows the expectations of his family and proper society. It is only after he marries and fathers a child that he finds himself attracted to another man and is able to precariously acknowledge his sexuality. The men enter into a passionate, disastrous affair. When a family member discovers what society considers and illicit relationship, Harry is forced to leave his home for Saskatchewan, where he, unaccustomed to manual labor, begins proving up a homestead with intent to send for his wife and daughter when he owns the land outright. Of course, there is an obstacle-creating bad guy who interferes with Harry's try at living a peaceful, honest life.

When the story moved to Winter, a town on the cinematic Canadian prairie, I began to envision the Terrence Malick film Days of Heaven. I remembered the lonely and beautiful landscape of Denis Johnson's Train Dreams, especially the movie adaptation. In fact, Paul, Harry's nearest neighbor, reminds me a great deal of Robert, the protagonist of Johnson's novel.

The novel's plot is well-paced with adeptly situated flashbacks. For instance, the story begins post WWI and in an insane asylum where Harry is a patient. The reader gets a sense of the telescoping nature of time, especially when war looms and love seems delicate and just out of reach.

The writing in A Place Called Winter is gorgeous, and, as I understand, the story is an echo of the life of one of Gayle's grandfathers. It carries two of my favorite themes: resilience and, in the absence of familial support, the cobbling together of a new one. I grew to love Harry very much and found my stoic self crying on several occasions while listening.
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My Book, The Movie: In The Fields of Fatherless Children.

Q&A with Pamela Steele.

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Friday, April 3, 2026

Mark Stevens

Mark Stevens is the author of The Flynn Martin Thriller series including No Lie Lasts Forever (2025) and Two Truths and A Lie (2026); The Fireballer (2023), and The Allison Coil Mystery Series including Antler Dust, Buried by the Roan, Trapline, Lake of Fire, and The Melancholy Howl.

Buried by the Roan, Trapline, and Lake of Fire were all finalists for the Colorado Book Award. Trapline won.

Recently I asked Stevens about what he was reading. His reply:
The collaborative writing team of Linda Keir (Keir Graff and Linda Joffe Hull) have a new heart-pounding thriller out called I Did Not Kill My Husband. Think of the old television show The Fugitive (or the movie of the same name starring Harrison Ford) but with a female lead and all the modern-day trappings of social media. One big chase, start to finish.

More of a slow burn but with atmosphere in abundance, The Lost House by Melissa Larsen. Set in Iceland, a murder mystery built around a decades-old tragedy that has haunted a fractured family.

Matt Goldman’s mysteries are always solidly built and The Murder Show is no exception. The main character is a show runner for a television series called, yes, The Murder Show. He’s desperate for a new crime to feature in the television production, so why not dig back into the sad, long-ago murder of a high-school friend and see what he can dig up? Very enjoyable.

Don Winslow’s The Final Score. Six beautifully varied crime fiction stories. Nobody pulls you in like Winslow.

And I recently read George Orwell’s Road to Wigan Pier. The first two-thirds show off Orwell’s reporting and writing skills as he chronicles the life of coal miners in northern England nearly a century ago. The second half devolves into Orwell’s rambling thoughts on socialism. But the first part is worth reading for Orwell’s colorful eye for detail and the empathy Orwell brings to the page.
Visit Mark Stevens's website.

The Page 69 Test: The Fireballer.

Q&A with Mark Stevens.

My Book, The Movie: The Fireballer.

Writers Read: Mark Stevens (June 2025).

The Page 69 Test: No Lie Lasts Forever.

My Book, The Movie: No Lie Lasts Forever.

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Wednesday, April 1, 2026

Karen Robards

Karen Robards is the New York Times, USA TODAY and Publishers Weekly bestselling author of fifty novels and one novella. She is the winner of six Silver Pen awards and numerous other awards.

Her new novel is The Moonlight Runner.

Recently I asked the author about what she was reading. Her reply:
Thanks to the movie that just came out, what I’m reading, or re-reading, right now is Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë, one of my very favorite books of all time. I first read it when I was around ten years old. I’d been sent to stay with my grandparents while my parents traveled. Theirs was a big old house in the country and it seems to me in retrospect that it rained the entire time I was there. Which meant I was trapped indoors with little to do except explore the house, so explore I did, all the way up to the cobweb-festooned attic. In the attic I discovered a trunk filled with old books. I was already an avid reader of Nancy Drew and that type of mostly age-appropriate fiction, but what I found in that trunk was a literary revelation. Gone With The Wind, Rebecca, Jane Eyre, The Hobbit – and, among many others, Wuthering Heights. I loved them all (well, maybe not The Grapes Of Wrath, though I grew to appreciate it later), but Wuthering Heights is the story that lodged in my heart and remains there to this day. “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same,” said by Cathy about Heathcliff, was and is the most romantic line I’ve ever read. And yes, this is a romance, a tragic and tortured romance, but a romance nevertheless. Orphaned, foundling Heathcliff is the ultimate antihero, spoiled, privileged Cathy the classic gothic heroine doomed by her own hubris. Theirs is a haunting tale of passion, obsession and revenge – and ultimately, redemption. This comes in the form of the younger version of their characters, Catherine Linton and Hareton Earnshaw, finding happiness together, while (in my mind, at least) the ghosts of Heathcliff and Cathy are left to wander the Yorkshire moors together for eternity in their own dark version of a happily ever after.
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