Review: The Wreckage, by Michael Crummey

The Wreckage by Michael Crummey My rating: 5 of 5 stars I have become mesmerized by Michael Crummey’s considerable writing skill. His prose is precise yet lush. His characters are real, understandable, compelling, even though their particular experience may be utterly foreign to the reader — such is Crummey’s ability to create from only words living, breathing, knowable individuals. And his ability to create a plot, hang a story from it, replete with sensory surround,…

Review: Adult Onset, by Ann-Marie MacDonald

Adult Onset by Ann-Marie MacDonald My rating: 1 of 5 stars It’s not that I’m insensitive to the topic, or the author’s own struggle with abuse. My problem with Ann-Marie MacDonald’s novel has everything to do with writer’s craft. And that’s where art is very much subjective. So, there are likely many readers who will find my review irrelevant, perhaps even a point of anger, and that’s fine. This is, after all, my review, and…

Review: The Lightkeeper’s Daughters, by Jean E. Pendziwol

The Lightkeeper’s Daughters by Jean E. Pendziwol My rating: 4 of 5 stars The Lightkeeper’s Daughters is a stark story full of silences and turbulence, secrets and revelations, initiated through Elizabeth, an aged woman who is blind, and Morgan, the girl who serves community service for misdemeanors by being a companion to Elizabeth. Insert into this unlikely relationship the discovery of Elizabeth’s father’s journals, found aboard a shipwreck, and we’re taken into the hardships of…

Review: One Corpse too Many

One Corpse Too Many by Ellis Peters My rating: 3 of 5 stars A good, entertaining read, perhaps a bit naïve by modern standards, but rife with excellent historical details, and sleuthing in medieval England. Peters does a good job of further developing the character of Brother Cadfael, enriching him with a credible past and a place within the brethren. The writing is relatively clean, if a bit precious from time to time, but that…

An update from The Old Stone House

It’s been a few weeks since my last post, which was mostly a disheartening insight for my readers into the financial health of my writing career. But let it not be thought I’m all controlled rage and simmering angst around here. Quite the opposite, actually. My days are filled with quiet creation and industry. When not managing the administration of our glass business, which is what pays the bills around here, I’ve been working steadily…