Cheryl Strayed’s new memoir Wild is one of the best books I’ve read in a long time. Engrossing. Exciting. Enriching. Deeply emotional. True in the best sense of the word. There were passages in it of such honesty, of such naked emotional truth, that I shuddered as I read. As such, I’ve been meaning to write a post to share with you just how excellent it is, how worthy of your valuable time. But my good friend Alan Stewart Carl has just written a fantastic review of her book over at PANK, and he’s said it way better than I would have. Enjoy. And then get reading!
Benjamin Roesch
I am a novelist and short story writer living in Burlington, Vermont. My work has appeared in Brilliant Corners, Word Riot, Seven Days, Monkey Bicycle and other fine purveyors of the written word. Mostly, this blog will chronicle my writing life. But I’m restless. And writing can get tiresome to hear about, even if it’s the thing that makes you go boom. So don’t be surprised to find the occasional album or book review, recipe, political musing, notes on a recent home brewing endeavor, writing tutorial, anecdote, or rhetorical question into the ether. Thanks for coming. Stay a while.Read Some of My Work
- Brilliant Corners: People Done Crazier Things for Love Ain't They?
- Fogged Clarity: If You're Listening to This
- Fogged Clarity: Who Has Time for Stars?
- Kids VT: On Becoming-And Not Becoming-My Dad
- Kids VT: Picking Your Battles Against Technology
- Monkey Bicycle: One of the Fighting Fish
- Seven Days: Bloomsbury Heads West
- The Bangalore Review: Nothing is Ever Really Lost: Time and Memory in Eudora Welty's "Music From Spain"
- The Splinter Generation: Family Breakfast
- Word Riot: On Knowing What I'm Doing
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