in memoriam: Sharon Kay Penman

I was sad this morning to read that we have lost Sharon Kay Penman, one of my favorite authors of deeply researched historical fiction, who published her first book the year I was born. She died last Friday at age 75. Thank you to Shelf Awareness for this obit note. I’ve reviewed five of her books here, and read a handful more, and I’m just grateful that there are more of her books I hadn’t gotten to yet – and they’re big, fat ones, too. But I’m sorry she won’t be writing any more. Thank you, Ms. Penman, for The Reckoning in particular. It has helped to shape this blog, and my appreciation for the blurry middle space between fiction and nonfiction, where I often live.

in memoriam: Toni Morrison

If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.

You wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.

If there is a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, you must be the the one to write it.

Something that is loved is never lost.

(I am still working on this one.)

We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.

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