A review of Elizabeth Hartley Winthrop’s second novel, December, published in Creative Loafing Atlanta. —John Stoehr
Archive for February, 2009
December, a novel
Posted in Uncategorized on February 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Graffiti that’s not really graffiti
Posted in Uncategorized on February 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I cover a new area of technology for the Charleston City Paper. —John Stoehr
Does being an artist make you a liberal?
Posted in Uncategorized on February 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I explore the question for the Charleston City Paper. —John Stoehr
Obama, Millennials, and the Ideals of Web 2.0
Posted in Uncategorized on February 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
An essay inspired by the election of President Obama for the Charleston City Paper. More notes on the subject and arts funding at Flyover. —John Stoehr
Adam Shepard reviewed
Posted in Uncategorized on February 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I review Adam Shepard’s Scratch Beginnings: Me, $25, and the Search for the American Dream for the Charleston City Paper. —John Stoehr
Laurel Blossom reviewed
Posted in Uncategorized on February 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I review Laurel Blossom’s book of poems, Degrees of Latitude, for the Charleston City Paper. —John Stoehr
Interview with Kat Long
Posted in Uncategorized on February 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I interview Kat Long, author of The Forbidden Apple: A Century of Sex & Sin in New York City, for the New York Press. —John Stoehr
White Rocket
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I interview Jacob Wick, trumpeter and composer of the New York jazz trio White Rocket, for the Charleston City Paper. —John Stoehr
Nikki Giovanni reviewed
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I review Nikki Giovanni’s Bicycles for the Charleston City Paper. —John Stoehr
Feature: God and monsters
Posted in Feature on February 9, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
God and monsters
When freak machines wreack havoc, a man of the cloth gives thanks.
A howl of pumping pistons struck my ears. Then something purple and bestial flashed. The beast was airborne, snarling atop huge black tires. A crush of spectators roared amid a mist of burnt fuel and hot rubber. The din was deafening.
At Oglethorpe [...]