Scenes from his childhood for my son Colin’s Sept. 10 birthday

Enemies of Reading September 11, 2014 4 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore One summer night when he was about six, Colin and I were sitting in the backyard together, listening to the crickets trilling. I asked, “Do you know what that sound is?” “Yes, that’s the sound of crickets,” he said. “I wondered if you knew that.” He said, “You know what I used […]
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How my girlfriend saved my life

Enemies of Reading September 4, 2014 0 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore With the change of seasons and the return to school days, I always think of the unlikely coincidences that led to my going to college. The biggest influence came from my high school girlfriend, Connie (not her real name). And it came in both a direct and an indirect way. My girlfriend, […]
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Up in Maine: A mystery concert and a change of heart

Enemies of Reading August 27, 2014 0 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore A guy who couldn’t sing worth a damn floated into hearing range on the pond last night and though he annoyed me at first, I wound up envying him so much I wanted to holler him ashore and make his acquaintance. What annoyed me is that I was out on the screened […]
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What I’ve learned about writing a memoir by writing a memoir, Part 3

Enemies of Reading August 14, 2014 2 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore The single hardest part of writing a memoir is deciding what to leave out. You’d think that was an easy thing to do, but it is not. It is difficult because the writer is so close to his material. Yes, it’s easy to know the big events of your life and the […]
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What I’ve learned about writing a memoir by writing a memoir, Part 2

Enemies of Reading July 30, 2014 0 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore In the world of writing, the word “memoir” used to be reserved for autobiographies or reminiscences written by someone of notable achievement. Movie stars, for example, or great statesmen like Winston Churchill. Unlike an actual autobiography, which usually is meant to encompass someone’s entire life, a memoir gives the reader a view […]
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What I’ve learned about writing a memoir by writing a memoir, Part 1

Enemies of Reading July 17, 2014 1 Comment

by Hugh Gilmore There’s rust building up around the metal frame of the casement window in my office. Its crusty orange blisters seem a little worse every time I look over there. Someone should do something about it, but I can’t because I’m in mid-project now – writing a memoir – and can’t be disturbed. […]
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Death threats were not wasted on Lynn Hoffman: His new book is terrific

Enemies of Reading July 3, 2014 0 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore Lynn Hoffman and I had been friends for about a year when he called me at the gym. I stopped pedaling the cardio machine and pressed my cell phone to my ear. He told me he’d just been diagnosed with stage IV cancer of the throat. “If I live, I may lose […]
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We drove 100 km per hour to get to Slowness Day in Montreal on time

Enemies of Reading June 26, 2014 0 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore Our family takes an annual trip to Montreal each summer. In the past we went at no particular time of the season, just when it was convenient to go. But three years ago we happened on “la Journée de la Lenteur” (the Day of Slowness), a small festival designed to coincide with […]
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Enemies of Reading: Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Enemies of Reading, Opinion June 18, 2014 0 Comments

Tyger

by Hugh Gilmore  My only comfort during a certain hard time in my life came from running at a nearby track. Pushing my body through the early evening air purged the day’s bitterness and readied me for tomorrow. What had begun as choice soon became a necessity. Thus, one evening, I arrived at the field […]
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What would you do?

Enemies of Reading June 11, 2014 2 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore She was a genuinely nice young woman and noticeable at first glance for her wide brown eyes, straight nose and full lips. Her thick, dark hair framed an exceptionally pretty face. She was a full-size woman too. I always looked at her and caught myself trying to remember just what Italian movie […]
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