I failed you
NO, not because I’ve been posting my bedtime reading suggestions well after bedtime, but because I didn’t post about this saving-the-world essay contest (scroll down, and thanks, Daily Show, for the tip) before the deadline. Sorry. Next time, OK? In the meantime, you were looking for a new market for your work, right? Well, get cracking.
Posted by liam callanan in General @ Wednesday, April 26, 2006 9:50 am | | Comments (0)












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Welcome to ‘Fine Lines’, the Friday feature in which we give a sentimental, sometimes-critical, far more wrinkled look at the children’s and YA books we loved in our youth.














A story that rides on its own melting also runs the risk of dissolving entirely. In William Henry Lewis’s second collection of short fiction — his first, ”In the Arms of Our Elders,” was published by Carolina Wren Press a decade ago — the slow, lyric stories of love, loss and longing have a sensuous appeal, but they often threaten to disappear into the ether before they get off the ground.





