Category: Steven Gray

I walked a couple of miles to a gallery downtown to hear some people read from their memoirs. These are writers with an ink-stained past and Proustian triggers which can leave them with their whole life passing before their eyes. All they need is a cork-lined room and a few years (hold my calls) to write it Read More

The independent bookstore was packed, standing room only, with people standing outside the doors and watching from behind glass walls. Another glass wall overlooked the bay, giving us a glimpse of open space while being crammed together in a room full of strangers who were on a common wavelength known as George Saunders. I am a Read More