With all due apologies for the end-of-semester posting paucity—one more week and we should be back on a somewhat more regular schedule—I have a new piece up at Bloom. Being the site’s Senior Writer holds all sorts of fine perks: a corner office, expense-account lunches, glamour, prestige… well, OK. Maybe not. But I can bring my dog to work. And I get dibs on Bloomers who interest me.
And as anyone who’s followed Like Fire for a while knows, I’m a big old fan of Deborah Eisenberg’s. Her particular style and focus resonates with me, and I find her stories go down like a box of good chocolates—too rich to eat fast, but just the thing to savor. So today at Bloom, my essay on Deborah Eisenberg, her tales of what it means to be all too human, and the wonderful, quirky narrative arc of her career.
We will return to our regular programming soon enough. In the meantime, enjoy.