THREE YEARS BEFORE my mother’s final illness she had a major stroke. It was not a typical stroke—more cascade than cataclysm—but when it was over it had laid her low as effectively as a bolt of lightning.
At first, we didn’t know if she would live or die. She couldn’t move any part of her body, couldn’t speak, couldn’t swallow. This last was particularly distressing—swallowing is such a primitive function—but the stroke, it seemed, had struck a primitive part of her brain.
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Meanjin, Vol. 61, No. 2 (2002)
‘Where’s the present tense / now that we need it?’
I AM SITTING in the kitchen reading John Forbes’ Collected Poems while my sons fire cap guns across the table at each other and run shouting down the hall. The battle is for possession of the best weapon. The youngest learned long ago to hold out, yelling at the top of his lungs until we can take it no longer. ‘Give it to him,’ someone barks, ‘or you’ll never see that gun again!’ John, himself the eldest of four boys, would have enjoyed this, I imagine.
Among the many regrets I have in the wake of John’s premature death in 1998—sorry that I didn’t invite him to dinner more often, sorry that he’ll never wander into my office again, sorry that he didn’t get to reap the rewards of celebrity while he could still enjoy them—is a feeling that it’s too bad he never had a family.
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Essay Daily, September 27, 2013
WHEN I TEACH nonfiction writing, I tell my students that an essay needs to have something that it’s about; that it’s better if takes the form of a story; and that a good first question to ask oneself is: what makes me a good teller of this tale? A lot of what I believe as an editor comes out in these classes, and a couple of years ago a student of mine, an experienced journalist and a wonderful writer who had taken the class in order to experiment with form, did me a tremendous service. He made notes of all my observations—my exhortations, my admonishments—and at the end of the class he printed them all out and gave them back to me.
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BRING IT ALL BACK HOME
New Zealand Geographic, No. 107, December 2010
AT SOME LEVEL , our children have always known they were Maori. But it was a thin and abstract kind of knowledge, because until recently everything they knew about New Zealand came from books and movies and TV. They had occasionally encountered other New Zealanders here in America where they live, but because of the way our lives have played out they had no firsthand experience of New Zealand. In fact, until very recently, the only other Maori they’d ever met was their father.
REcent book reviews
"'In Other Words,' a stranger in a strange language," Boston Globe, February 6, 2016.
"'The White Road: Journey into Obsession,' by Edmund de Waal," Boston Globe, November 7, 2015.
"'The Sea Inside' by Philip Hoare," Boston Globe, June 7, 2014.
"'Alone on the Ice' by David Roberts," Boston Globe, January 26, 2013.
"'The Human Shore' by John R. Gillis and 'Among the Islands' by Tim Flannery," Boston Globe, November 24, 2012.
"'Horseshoe Crabs and Velvet Worms' by Richard Fortey," Boston Globe, April 12, 2012.
"If we couldn't read," Boston Globe, February 5, 2012.
"'The Man Within My Head,' by Pico Iyer," Boston Globe, January 1, 2012.
"'Into the Silence' by Wade Davis," Boston Globe, October 21, 2011.
RECENT AUDIOBook Reviews
"12 Audiobooks that make great gifts," Boston Globe, December 19, 2017.
"For summer travel, 6 classic children's audiobooks," Boston Globe, July 15, 2016.
"Good audiobooks for Thanksgiving travel," Boston Globe, November 21, 2015.
"Take on audio 'Odyssey,'" Boston Globe, November 29, 2014.