Nancy Jooyoun Kim
This Year I Rewrite My Novel???Part XVI, A Cat at the Colosseo or: I Shook Gary Shteyngart’s Hand.
I was at Smith, a neighborhood bar belonging to the empire of cool but relatable Seattle bars owned by the same woman and featuring a kind of interior that I could describe as woodsy, nostalgic with a skosh of morbid–high…
This Year I Rewrite My Novel???Part XV, Talia Recites “Ode on a Grecian Urn” in the Grotte del Bue Marino.
During a side trip from Rome, on the eastern side of Sardinia, Talia and I visit a grotto, 15 kilometers deep (only its first kilometer open to the public), crowded by stalagmites and stalactites hanging like colossal organ pipes made…
This Year I Rewrite My Novel???Part XIV, Maybe I Should Quit with the Roman Numerals.
But why now? I AM going to ROME next week! First, I’ll be a bridesmaid in a Bordeaux dress. Except that the dress is so ______ that NO ONE WILL WANT TO DRINK THIS WINE. (For a second, you thought…
This Year I Rewrite My Novel–Part XIII, Support Groups and Other Public Exposure
Every month or so, I meet with a group of three writers, all women, and we sit around and drink wine and talk about stories. After I finished a MFA program, for years, I banned writing groups. There would be…
This Year I Rewrite My Novel–Part XII, “People hunger for this.”
When you open a novel–and I mean of course the real thing–you enter into a state of intimacy with its writer. You hear a voice or, more significantly, an individual tone under the words. This tone you, the reader, will…
