Articles

  • 1 week ago | billwolfe.substack.com | Bill Wolfe

    In December 1960, my grandparents were killed in an airline collision in the blustery skies over New York City. My mother was fourteen at the time, and her parents were traveling from Columbus, Ohio, to seek placement of their family’s iconic magazine, Highlights for Children, on the newsstands. I was born six years later to a mother suffering from protracted mourning. I knew very little about this life-defining tragedy while I was growing up.

  • 1 week ago | billwolfe.substack.com | Bill Wolfe

    Book awards season has begun in earnest with three somewhat lesser known, but still important, prizes: the Joyce Carol Oates Prize, the Carol Shields Prize for Fiction, and the Los Angeles Times Book Prizes. Jennine Capó Crucet and Willy Vlautin were named winners of the Joyce Carol Oates Prize for Say Hello to My Little Friend and The Horse, respectively.

  • 3 weeks ago | billwolfe.substack.com | Bill Wolfe

    I was on the third day of a bicycle trip from Lisbon, Portugal to the Alhambra in Granada, Spain, and had just huffed and puffed up a steep hill to a Celtic standing stone circle.

  • 1 month ago | billwolfe.substack.com | Bill Wolfe

    The last two weeks have felt fragmented. First, there’s the anti-democratic chaos [waves arms wildly in all directions], which has been totally distracting, infuriating, and frightening. I've been working extra hours before I go on vacation. And I’ve had a pretty good cold for the past week. The first week of the month I read Jennifer Haigh’s excellent Rabbit Moon (review to come). But for now, I’ll just say that you should read any (or all) of her books.

  • 1 month ago | billwolfe.substack.com | Bill Wolfe

    The first thing I learn in our newborn-care workshop is that babies like the dark. Their room should be so dark that you can’t see your hand in front of your face, the teacher instructs. She tells us not to worry, they aren’t scared. They don’t know a fear of the dark yet; that will happen later. And she is right: It is when my daughter is two that she suddenly says, “Too dark!” after we turn out the light. She thinks there is something under the bed, in the closet.