Annie Dillard
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
Annie Dillard’s beautiful prose poem of living besides Pilgrim Creek is one long suspended song. I found that her writing to dug deep within me and stuck. The images and textures she wove, the cycle of birth and death, of the seasons, of nature known so closely, were so utterly refreshing that I had a great desire to go throw myself down in some fecund spot.
The Maytrees
A masterful work of fiction, one of the few fiction novels Annie Dillard wrote. No wonder, if she cut so far down from 1000 to 200 pages. Her language has a power besides itself, language to teach the essence of what writing sounds like. Character and Images which endear themselves through the words which formed them. Here is my second reading.
The Writing Life
A book I have not finished but dipped into enough so that it already influenced me. Here are two pieces written after reading the first chapter: A Rocking Boat and Doubt
· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·