What if your doctor said you had ‘Terribly sad life syndrome’?

Enemies of Reading June 4, 2014 0 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore (A poem) “begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness …” – Robert Frost, 1916 Last Friday, I picked up the May 5 New Yorker magazine and started to read an article titled “Prescription for Disaster: The heartland’s pain-pills problem,” by Rachel Aviv. The story describes how […]
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The Dawn of the Yawn: Let’s not argue about e-books vs. print, OK?

Enemies of Reading May 29, 2014 0 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore I don’t know how we got slingshotted from the argumentative early days of Kindle to now, the dawn of the yawn, but here we are. E-books are here to stay. I just went back in my files to see when it was that I put out a public appeal through this column, […]
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Not your Grannie’s webzine: Meet bookslut.com

Enemies of Reading May 22, 2014 0 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore Although it’s said that young people don’t read printed books or newspapers anymore, they certainly still do read. A profusion of well-designed, hip websites touting good literature has emerged on the Internet in recent years. Most are free, a few request donations and some require a subscription. Even the subscription-based publications offer […]
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John Lennon’s “Imagine” meets the DSM

Enemies of Reading May 14, 2014 2 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore If you have a favorite song, do yourself a favor and don’t ever use it at a memorial service. On May 14, 1988, 26 years ago, I chose to play John Lennon’s “Imagine” at the funeral/memorial for my son Colin at the Unitarian Church on Lincoln Drive. Lennon’s song debuted in 1971, […]
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Pierre E. Richards becomes a writer, Part 2

Enemies of Reading May 7, 2014 0 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore Pierre E. Richards, who is 79, read my column “Write because you love to write” while he rode an exercise bicycle at his physical therapist’s. Back home in Wyndmoor, he emailed me: “I read your recent article about not expecting authors of ‘literary’ fiction to get rich but to go ahead and […]
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Pierre E. Richards: The best writer you’ve never read, and probably won’t – if he has his way, Part 1

Enemies of Reading April 30, 2014 0 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore Back in March I reported that a recent Neilsen BookScan showed that the richest authors of the past ten years all wrote schlock (my opinion, not Neilsen’s). I reacted with a column titled “Writers alert: Another reminder that you can’t have it all.” (March 26). I said that the odds are against […]
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Report from the rathole (rat-hole? rat hole?)

Enemies of Reading April 23, 2014 0 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore It seems like only yesterday, but it’s been three weeks since a prominent local citizen called this newspaper a “rathole.” Correction: a “content rathole.” An infelicitous phrase, to say the least. A flurry of support for the newspaper followed, including many letters to the editor. Some of the writers demanded a retraction. […]
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Writers’ alert: Another reminder that you can’t have it all

Enemies of Reading March 26, 2014 0 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore This column is dedicated to those of you who have just opened a fresh manuscript copy book, or put a new sheet of paper in your Olivetti, or opened a new Word file on your computer, with the intention of writing an honest novel. It’s not dedicated to you just to applaud […]
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A trip to the underworld: Part 2 of ‘Only the Lonely’

Enemies of Reading March 19, 2014 0 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore I would say I felt a little downhearted after I turned on the light switch for the basement steps. I could see that the basement was unfinished. It had a painted gray cement floor and whitewashed stone walls turned dark with dust. With the view came a faint whiff of lost hope. […]
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A trip to the underworld: Part 1 of “Only the lonely”

Enemies of Reading March 13, 2014 0 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore A fellow I barely knew had died, and I got called to take a look at his books. He had a lot of other stuff I might want too, his mother said. “Can you come over?” Sure I could. From what little I knew of him he probably did not have books […]
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