
Leaves are changing color. Birds sound louder. The night comes earlier. The air carries the scent of the turning season. Shadows hold the promise of the unknown. Autumn has arrived, and Halloween is approaching.
Continue readingLeaves are changing color. Birds sound louder. The night comes earlier. The air carries the scent of the turning season. Shadows hold the promise of the unknown. Autumn has arrived, and Halloween is approaching.
Continue readingEarlier this autumn, I visited Providence, Rhode Island for a long-awaited trip to the John Hay Library at Brown University. For a full workweek, I spent the majority of my waking hours sifting through the papers of author H.P. Lovecraft and several of his associates for material for my biography on the weird fiction writer and his New York City years. As with any research project, a new question arose for each one answered.
Continue readingAlthough I’m deeply immersed in my biography on horror writer H.P. Lovecraft and his years in New York City, I’m finding time for smaller writing projects this winter. My desk is my favorite place at home.
Continue readingStatues stand as markers or symbols of how we publicly view history. They sit in our parks and and in front of our public buildings. Before the protests sparked by the killing of George Floyd, few of us likely paid much attention to them as we walked to work, returned a library book, or reported for jury duty. Continue reading
A Christmas or two ago, my wife gave me a copy of Blistering Visions: Charles E. Burchfield’s Sublime American Landscape, a catalog accompanying a 2016 exhibition commemorating the fiftieth anniversary of the Burchfield Penny Art Center in Buffalo, New York. Continue reading