Elizabeth McCracken

Oct 10, 2024 | elizabethmccracken.substack.com | Elizabeth McCracken

Mid 60s and starry this October morning. In the daylight, it’s still summer: mid 90s, strong sun. In the delicious predawn dark, you can feel—I can feel—fall. There’s a little comic heron I’ve encountered more than once on the pool deck on the south side. Perhaps he’s always been there, and rightly views me as an interloper. This morning as I turned to get in the water I saw his potbellied outline, standing on my favored stairs in. I hesitated. Out of fear? Courtesy?

Dec 27, 2023 | redcarpetcrash.com | Elizabeth McCracken |Tara Laskowski |Susan Mallery

Ten months after her mother’s death, the narrator of The Hero of This Book takes a trip to London. The city was a favorite of her mother’s, and as the narrator wanders the streets, she finds herself reflecting on her mother’s life and their relationship. Thoughts of the past meld with questions of the future: Back in New England, the family home is now up for sale, its considerable contents already winnowed.

Sep 13, 2023 | bookweb.org | Hiron Ennes |Shannon Bowring |Laura Warrell |Elizabeth McCracken

Sep 13 2023 The Fall 2023 Reading Group Guide Preview Printer-friendly versionThe American Booksellers Association’s Fall 2023 Reading Group Guide will continue as a free e-newsletter delivered to customers by email via Matchbook Marketing. This summer's guide will be sent on October 12. This guide includes the following categories: Dazzling Debuts, Family and Coming of Age, Historical Fiction, Nonfiction & Memoir, and Small Bites.

Sep 4, 2023 | traceysinclair.substack.com | Steve Byron |Elizabeth McCracken |Tracey Sinclair

Hello, and welcome to my Substack, my idiosyncratic and slightly random selection of news and views on theatre, books, food and more.

Aug 14, 2023 | elizabethmccracken.substack.com | Elizabeth McCracken

In early June I left Austin for the summer and have been swimless ever since. This morning, it was back to it: my wristwatch buzzing me awake at 4:45, into my swim togs, out to the car. Muscle memory, I thought, as I piloted the car through my dark neighborhood. Once you’ve developed a practice you’re never really starting from scratch when you pick it back up after an absence. On 38th Street, headed toward Mopac, I saw a man ahead at the side of the road.