NOLA Notes

Month: September, 2010

How to Feel Smarter in 45 Minutes (Or, A Conversation with Laura Lippman)

I spoke with Laura Lippman last Friday.  She was engaging and articulate and has that special gift some people have that they willingly offer to others, if they’ll but pay attention.  Luckily for me, I was paying very close attention. We were brought together to discuss Lippman’s new book, “I’d Know You Anywhere,” which I [...]

I’d Know Good Writing Anywhere

Laura Lippman’s “I’d Know You Anywhere,” opens on the tranquil domesticity of the Benedict family, Eliza and Peter, and their two children, Iso (short for Isobel, aged 13) and Albie (8).  But by the end of Chapter One, the first fissure of that sense of utter calm and peace is revealed: Eliza receives a handwritten [...]

Laura Lippman: A NOLA Tale of Intrigue

Every so often, I get an email via this blog to receive a free copy of a book if I am interested in reading it and would consider writing a review of it.  I’ve always turned these offers down, mainly because each book’s description, for one reason or another, did not, well, blow my skirt [...]

A Tragedy for the Dogs

A lot of reading has been going on over here this summer.  The latest selection, however, warrants comment. “The Story of Edgar Sawtelle,” by David Wroblewski came recommend via an odd route.  I have a friend in Colorado that sends me two books every year—one for my birthday, one for Christmas.  On the whole, I [...]

Louisiana Living

New Orleans, for all her charms, is but one amazing experience Louisiana has to offer.  For this long holiday weekend, we took advantage of another: the fishing camp. We are in South Louisiana.  Think End of the Earth. Boathouse The camp has been raised since sustaining major damage in Hurricane Rita, then more with Ike.  Now [...]

Absinthe Magic and Cookbook Witches

There was so much to do today.  Drop off library books, laundry; donate blood; make arrangements for spending the weekend at my friend’s fishing camp; buy wine glasses and cookbooks.  It was a loose script of a day; the kind Sun and I like. As we drive into the French Quarter, the rain started to [...]