Cody Walker
Here Comes the Story of the Hurricane
Yesterday, crossing campus at lunchtime, I found myself caught in a storm. A few minutes later, drying off at a corner table with a toasted “everything” bagel (“everything,” by the way, is a bit of an over-promise) and a coffee,…
A Late-August Lob
The US Open begins next week. No, not the golf version, with its multiple pathologies — but tennis, the sport I once loved so much that I would wake up 45 minutes before breakfast and go practice against the side…
The Short of It
About five months ago I wrote a brief, of sorts, on speed. (Let me rephrase: I wrote about the virtues of speed, in short fiction and film.) I promised, at the post’s close, to return to the topic, and to…
The Sewanee Writers’ Conference: Dig Yourself
The 2010 Sewanee Writers’ Conference ended just over a week ago; I’m back in Ann Arbor, having Honda’d my way through Kentucky and Ohio. Still, I have all of these Tennessee moments knocking about in my brain. The stunning readings…
The Sewanee Writers’ Conference, at the Midpoint
A few days ago, in his Sewanee Writers’ Conference craft talk, Richard Bausch said, “A writer is a bookish person.” (He also praised the value of exposition — reversing the “show, don’t tell” directive — and bemoaned the number of…
