Month: September 2015

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Digging Up Non-Fiction

by Amanda Leduc

When the folks at The Puritan got in touch earlier this year and asked if I wanted to curate a month’s worth of posts at The Town Crier, I was flattered and then terrified, instantly. What would I ask people to talk about?

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Puerto del Sol Announces First Digital Issue

by Puerto del Sol

For more than half a century, Puerto del Sol has published innovative work from new and emerging writers and artists in an effort to produce the best magazine possible. Over the years, we’ve featured poems, stories, and essays by writers like Dagoberto Gilb, Joy Harjo, George Saunders, Naomi Shihab Nye, DA Powell,

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Learning the Language of Creative Non-Fiction

by Kim McCullough

In writing about creative non-fiction, it seems like it often takes mere sentences before the name Montaigne is invoked. His essais, explorations of self and the world around him, are generally accepted as the basis of today’s non-fiction writing.

Essayer—to try, in French.

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Lead the Hoarse to Water and Give ’em a Stiff Drink

by Eufemia Fantetti

Ed – CWR 458

Teaching Creative Non-fiction Writing
Tu-Th: 6:30pm – 9:30pm
Instructor: Mabel Hatfield-McCoy

Course Description

While creative non-fiction classes continue to proliferate in campuses across the country, many of its detractors argue that we are ushering in an era of widespread navel-gazing and narcissism. Critics cry “Havoc!” and release the hounds of confusion.

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On Writing Vulnerability

by Trevor Corkum

What’s at stake when we write? What are we risking—metaphorically, materially, and emotionally—when we sit down to tell our stories? For me, these are key questions that separate the best writing from the merely mediocre.

Let me clarify. I’m not suggesting that what we risk in the subject matter of our writing—moral and ethical lapses,

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Carpenter Gothic and the Essay

by Angela Palm

A quality of some places: though populous, no one seems to originate from there. Austin, Texas, for example. Last year I visited Austin with a trifecta of intention: viewing Virginia Woolf’s suicide note, visiting a friend from high school, and discovering what made the purportedly “weird” city weird. I arrived in an essay state of mind,

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CALYX Journal Announces Prose Contest

by CALYX Journal

CALYX Press is using some seriously bold text to start up a new contest this year honouring one of our founders. Margarita Donnelly, who passed away last December, helped establish our feminist press 40 years ago because she thought it was stupid that women were severely under-represented in the literary world. We personally find it stupid that 40 years have gone by and those stats haven’t changed by much,

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Lucy Grealy and True Chutzpah

by Amanda Leduc

For some months now, I have been sitting on an essay that will probably cost me a friendship. It will also, in all likelihood, hurt a few people who don’t deserve it. Worst case scenario, it could destroy a life, and that life might well be mine.

Sometimes I reread the essay, toggling back and forth between potential markets,

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Julia Zarankin’s Pursuit of the Strange

by Julia Zarankin

I could date my first encounter with creative non-fiction to an autumn day in 2006, when I hopped in my car and headed for my first (and so far last) organic chestnut roast in New Franklin, Missouri, hosted by the Slow Food Katy Trail group. What followed was not at all what I expected.

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The Trouble with Non-Fiction

by Teri Vassopoulos

Shortly after I started making zines in high school, my mother said to me, “It’s good to have secrets sometimes.” We were in the kitchen; we hadn’t been speaking of secrets, of the merits of keeping or spilling them. She knew I was making zines, though, and had seen the piles of Xeroxed paper and envelopes addressed to me in the mail.