John W. Evans’s memoir Young Widower (University of Nebraska Press, $19.95) begins with the author imagining his place in a bookshop’s self-help aisle. Here he finds the cloying jargon, the “wistful elders look[ing] out plaintively from dust jackets,” but nothing that resonates with his experience: his wife, Katie, was mauled by a bear while the couple was hiking in the Carpathian Mountains. She was 30, Evans 29. Wandering the aisle, Evans says, “I tried to imagine the subsection where I would find some particular instruction after Katie’s death:
Personal Growth- Grief- Animal Attack- Bear- Coward
Personal Growth- Grief- Young Widower- Survivor- Hopelessness
Personal Growth- Grief- Youth- Widowed- Blank Slate- Free
Personal Growth- Grief- Violence-Witness- Failed Husband”
Or really, Young Widower begins with Evans becoming irate when the fourth season of Battlestar Galactica remains out of stock at Blockbuster. …MORE
Here’s a little taste of Richard Froude’s winning essay, “Things To Do In Denver When Your Dead.”
“The truth is I have not been sleeping well. My wife and I are expecting our first child in three month’s time. For the first fifteen weeks I was convinced that both she and the baby were going to die. Now I am only afraid. For many years my biggest fear was that I would find out something about myself that I could not change and could not stand, something that had always been obvious to others. I wrote myself a note on a scrap of yellow legal paper and taped it to the wall by the side of my bed. ‘Embrace What You Are Afraid Of,’ it said. This was when I lived in Los Angeles and missed Colorado a lot.
Before that, I was afraid of cancer, afraid enough that I …MORE
We are thrilled to announce that Cheryl Strayed, judge of the 2013 Wabash Prize for Nonfiction, has chosen “Things To Do In Denver When You’re Dead” by Richard Froude as the winning essay. Here’s what Strayed had to say about Froude’s essay:
“‘Things To Do In Denver When You’re Dead’ is an intelligent, honest, and insightful essay about what it means to pay witness to the lives and deaths of others. I was moved by the author’s emotional vulnerability and engaged by the subject matter–the experiences the author has had in his work with those who are dying and the meaning he’s made of it (or not). Most of all, I admired the quality of the writing. This is a beautiful, sophisticated, well-crafted essay by a talented writer, with a terrific beginning and ending and a complex middle that’s handled with …MORE
Last fall, an art installation referred to locally as the Floating House was erected in a parking lot in downtown Flint, Michigan. Shaped like a suburban split level, the 28 foot tall house was covered in shiny Mylar and sat on a platform from which you could stand and see the statues of Louis Chevrolet and Billy Durant on one side, and on the other the abandoned 19 story hulk of the Genesee Towers. Flint Journal editorials and social media forums speculated on its meaning. Was it a snide joke in a city of thousands of abandoned houses? Was it some sort of elegy—the empty house floated up to heaven?
“Mark’s House” was the result of the inaugural Flat Lot Architectural Contest, sponsored by the Flint Public Art Project. Launched in 2010 by native son and sometimes-Brooklynite, journalist Stephen Zacks, the …MORE