Isabel, Isabel, didn’t worry. Isabel didn’t scream or scurry: The Adventures of Isabel: An Epitome Apartments Mystery by Candas Jane Dorsey

I don't often find a contemporary mystery novel that hits the spot. As I've mentioned before, I think that contemporary mysteries swing too far either to the cozy or the bleak. This is why, when I want a mystery fix, I always reach for the detective fiction from the Golden Age (the 1920s-40s). The authors … Continue reading Isabel, Isabel, didn’t worry. Isabel didn’t scream or scurry: The Adventures of Isabel: An Epitome Apartments Mystery by Candas Jane Dorsey

a leaf a gourd a shell (The Carrier Bag Theory of Fiction)

Today I read the teeniest-tiniest book. It's actually an essay, masquerading as a book. It's Ursula K. Le Guin's The Carrier Bag Theory of Fiction, and it is, for some reason, quite offensively purple (my copy, that is). But let's not get distracted by the purple. Maybe you love purple. Maybe you even love purple … Continue reading a leaf a gourd a shell (The Carrier Bag Theory of Fiction)