Spooner, Pete Dexter’s latest creative nonfiction masterpiece, published in 2009, 469 pp. by Grand Central Publishing, steers away from his tradition of fundamentally exposing fundamental bigotry, misanthropy and corruption. Chronicling the minutest details of his turbulent childhood, in a series of quick-shot synapses, fractals come to saturate readers’ foreheads, like milk does an animal’s bones. […]
As a kid, I religiously peeled the skins off grapes first. A bitter foil to the soft fleshened interior to follow, I bit them brief and swallowed whole as a sort of drum roll. That stark of a distinction between the skin and its grape body hadn’t existed again until this day… several decades later. […]
Becoming pregnant and enduring the process are no easy feats, especially amid the declining birth and marriage rates of today’s generation. Date sites have made meeting Mr. Right more challenging, while technology has bourgeoned a plethora of conflicted information—both of which may only dissuade and scare women from embarking on the perilous yet rewarding journey. […]
