I discovered Cormac McCarthy in 1970 in Victoria when I stumbled into a bookshop, Poor Richard’s this was, began browsing among the rear shelves and pulled down a hardback called The Orchard Keeper. It was a first novel, I . . .
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
Moby-Dick by Herman Melville
Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell
Off the top of my head, I can think of four memorable endings. I can remember them without . . .
The best ending is not a surprise; it is both inevitable and irrefutably stated. There’s no argument about it being the only thing that could have (would have, should have) happened. And in order for an ending to feel that . . .
A review of Dancing at the Edge of the World: Thoughts on Words, Women, Places by Ursula K. Le Guin (New York: Grove, 1989) from Brick 38.
What is certain for Ursula K. Le Guin is that non-fictional writing . . .