Wow! I can’t believe the Fall semester here at Lookout Books has come to an end. We’re a teaching press (as you probably know already). Our staff is almost entirely made up of graduate students doing design, marketing, editing, blogging, social media, and way more.
As blog editor, it has been an absolute pleasure to work with our current staff: Joe Worthen, Katie Jones, Ethan Warren, Anna Sutton, and Ana Alvarez. I’d like to thank them for their hard work and take a brief moment to re-cap my favorite blog posts this semester:Continue Reading
Steve’s Ultimate Maple Crunch Chicken Salad
We already know chicken and apples go well together, but everything in this recipe together sounds amazing, and the best thing is that it requires minimal effort and can be served warm or cold. And, as Steve suggests, it’s sometimes better to keep instructions simple.
Another step on our quest to find all the Steve Almonds that aren’t Steve Almond.
On a Friday afternoon last April, I stood in the back of a classroom and watched John Rybicki, author of Lookout’s first poetry collection, When All the World Is Old, pace in front of a group of middle schoolers. John wore a short-sleeved blue shirt that showed off his wiry, muscled forearms, and he could barely stand still as he addressed the class. He would hold his arms above his head or spread them like wings; sometimes he’d step in close to talk to the kids, other times he’d lean way back to convey the scope of some grand bit of wisdom.
“On the page,” he told the kids, “where anything is possible, I’m a different kind of animal. And I want to cultivate in you, after your parents have been protecting you, trying to put a protective coat of their own skin around you, a sense of lawlessness and danger and emotional jeopardy. And when it happens on that canvas in front of you, you become godlike in your scope. A drop of God’s fire fell from the heavens and lodged in each of us.”
I remember being bored to tears by most of the special visitors I saw in middle school. But I also remember those visitors who just electrified me—the ones who approached us on our level, who talked to us like peers, who had more energy than you usually find in a classroom. Seeing those students sitting straight up at their desks, their eyes alight, I knew John was one of those visitors for them, one they’d remember for a long time.Continue Reading
A powerful silence graced the room as Rybicki weaved through anecdotes of time spent with his wife and passages from his books. As he finished, most felt not a deafening sense of sorrow but rather a promised notion of his fortitude in overcoming a grave loss.
“He makes his poems out of true feeling — he lives his poetry,” said creative writing professor Robert Fanning, who introduced Rybicki to an audience of more than 100. “He’s doing things that are so far beyond what we can do in our best hour with our sharpest pen.”
Haley Booksellers and Stellina Restaurant in Boston are hosting an evening with authors Edith Pearlman and Jessica Treadway next Wednesday, Sept. 19th!
Edith Pearlman’s recent book,Binocular Vision, has won various awards, including the 2011 National Book Critics Circle Award. Author of more than 250 works of short fiction and non-fiction, her pieces have appeared in national magazines, literary journals, anthologies and on-line publications.
Jessica Treadway’s book, Please Come Back To Me, won the 2009 Flannery O’Connor Prize for Short Fiction and is just being issued in paperback. She is also the author of Absent Without Leave and Other Stories and the novel And Give You Peace, which Booklist called “a stunning exploration of a family’s devastating loss”. Jessica teaches writing and literature at Emerson College in Boston.
If you’re in the area, don’t miss this event. You can find out more about their event via Facebook.
The human capacity for generosity and kindness is not dead. But it is no longer something Americans can locate on their own. It must be fostered by a government that chooses advocacy of justice over acquiescence to the prevailing business interests.