• Upcoming event in Keene, NH

    If you’re free on Wednesday night (Sept. 17) and interested in discussing any and all things related to writing/publishing/journalism, I’ll be speaking to the Among the Elms writers group at the Toadstool Bookshop (222 West St., Keene, N.H.). The meeting begins at 6:30 p.m. All are welcome.

  • bender

    August can bite my shiny metal ass

    August has always been a Murphy month for me. At some point, without fail, bad things will happen, and by bad things I mean everything from technological difficulties, cooking mishaps, unexpected expenses, traffic jams, communication breakdowns and mosquito bites to debilitating illnesses, natural disasters, accidents and/or death.

    As usual, this year did not break the trend. I won’t get into much detail here; let’s just say that several of the items on the above list occurred, all in the span of a week. So if I’ve been unusually grumpy lately, I apologize. August just has that effect on me.

  • Oh Robin Williams, how you made us laugh… and cry

    Like millions of fans, I loved Robin Williams. I enjoyed his quick wit and no-holds-barred brand of comedy. I greatly admired his prolific career and Oscar-winning acting talent. Most of all, I adored his generous spirit. He touched so many lives in so many ways. I just can’t believe he’s gone.

    “What Dreams May Come”
    “Dead Poets Society”
    “The World According To Garp”
    “The Bird Cage”
    “Aladdin”
    “Dead Again”
    “Good Will Hunting”
    “Jumanji”
    “Awakenings”
    “Good Morning, Vietnam”
    “Mrs. Doubtfire”
    “FernGully”
    “Hamlet”

    These were the Robin Williams films that made me laugh… and cry. Over the years, his work imprinted upon me, creating a tapestry of people and places and stories and memories that remain evident in the person I am today. While I’m tempted to hold a movie marathon in honor of this cinematic legend, I know that if I did so now, there would be too many tears.

    Perhaps someday.

    Instead, I shall remember how often — and lovingly — Robin Williams spoke of his children: Zelda, Cody and Zachary. And how his wife Susan found the strength to give a beautiful and heartfelt statement so soon after losing her best friend.

    I’ll think back to the time Robin Williams helped save his friend’s life. After actor Christopher Reeve was left paralyzed by a horrible horse-riding accident in 1995, he seriously pondered pulling the plug. It was then that Williams showed up at the hospital, dressed as a doctor, and did what he did best; he made his friend laugh (no easy task in such a dire moment). Reeve later told Barbara Walters, “I knew then: If I could laugh, I could live.”

    I’ll recall Robin Williams’ many comedy specials, interviews and performances on television. These appearances, especially the one on “Inside the Actor’s Studio,” made me laugh until my cheeks hurt and my belly ached.

    I’ll look back on the two times I saw Robin Williams live, once during a fascinating conversation with Lillian Ross at The New Yorker Festival, and once during a promotional event for “Man of the Year.” In both cases, I marveled at his genius.

    I’ll search through my hard drive to find the Audible recordings Robin Williams created in the early oughts, years before podcasts were en vogue. I particularly enjoyed the chats he did with Oliver Sacks, Walter Cronkite and Harlan Ellison.

    I’ll pay tribute to his tireless efforts to raise money and spirits for charitable organizations like Comic Relief, St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital, the Christopher and Dana Reeve Foundation, the LiveStrong Foundation and the USO. Why, to many in the service, he was the Bob Hope of their generation.

    I’ll reminisce about how Robin Williams’ performance in “Dead Poets Society” inspired me to launch a similar organization at my university. Late at night, our small band of literati would gather in the dark and read poetry by candlelight. I later wed my soulmate near a poet’s grave.

    Lastly, I’ll remind myself of how much Robin Williams loved to make people laugh. Ultimately, that should be his legacy.

  • Jamie Fraser

    Sassenachs, rejoice!

    “People disappear all the time. Ask any policeman. Better yet, ask a journalist. Disappearances are bread-and-butter to journalists. Young girls run away from home. Young children stray from their parents and are never seen again. Housewives reach the end of their tether and take the grocery money and a taxi to the station. International financiers change their names and vanish into the smoke of imported cigars. Many of the lost will be found, eventually, dead or alive. Disappearances, after all, have explanations. Usually.” –“Outlander” by Diana Gabaldon

    I just finished watching the first episode of “Outlander,” a new TV show based on my all-time favorite series of novels by the brilliant Diana Gabaldon.

    I have no problem admitting that from the very first sight of my beloved Scotland (and the very first note of the beautiful theme music), I burst into happy tears. I can only imagine how the author felt at the screening.

    Like millions of other readers, I have waited decades to see Jamie and Claire on film. During my visits to the Highlands, I even dreamed about these characters. To see their story finally come to life, well, it just takes my breath away.

    A special note to my witchy friends: The screenwriters and actors not only know how to correctly pronounce Samhain, they present a stunning pre-dawn sabbat ritual in a circle of stones. Watching that scene gave me chills.

    “Outlander” will premiere on Saturday, Aug. 9 on Starz. Dinna fash if you can’t wait. The first episode is online, and you can watch it for free.

    Je suis prest.