Tag: fiction books
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“Writing has nothing to do with meaning. It has to do with land surveying and cartography, including the mapping of countries yet to come.” ― Gilles Deleuze
Do you love fictional MAPS as much as I do? I love maps in books so much that I decided to make a map of my fictionalized version of nineteenth century Englewood, New Jersey which I included in the first edition of THE HOUSE ON TENAFLY ROAD. For a book series brimming with family drama,…
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Who Else Hates Genre Labels?
LITERARY FICTION FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE LITERARY FICTION “There is a stereotype of literary fiction shared by both science fiction readers and non-science fiction readers: that academically-sanctioned, “serious” contemporary fiction is all about dull middle-class people having affairs, and that the writers of this fiction do such things as use a couple hundred pages to…
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Fiction: It’s Better to be Loved
“I was hoping you might like it and marry me,” Fahy said, twisting his mustache between his nervous fingers.
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Fiction: The Watch
“He’s intoxicated, the thief, and should be left to wander the desert,” Baker, the preacher’s son said when William arrived at Fort Grant that night. “I’m not drunk—now let me see Thankful.”
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FICTION: Glass Houses
The holiday visit unravels after Fred Crenshaw throws Captain Simon McCullough’s West Point scrapbook into the fire. “That Weldon was just lording it over you that you might not graduate from the academy,” Fred said as he watched the flames eat away at the cloth edges of the old West Point scrapbook. “There’s too much…
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FICTION: Burning Memories
Originally posted on Author Adrienne Morris: Paintings, conversation and memories stoke the flames of jealousy and resentment. The parlor seemed closer than ever as the men entered. The fire roared and everything smelled of the kitchen disaster. Katherine laughed with Nathan and Thankful as the three popped corn and watched a kettle boil. Margaret and…
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FICTION: Burning Memories
Paintings, conversation and memories stoke the flames of jealousy and resentment. The parlor seemed closer than ever as the men entered. The fire roared and everything smelled of the kitchen disaster. Katherine laughed with Nathan and Thankful as the three popped corn and watched a kettle boil. Margaret and Meg complained in whispered tones about…
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FICTION: The Holidays Are Awkward
Margaret Crenshaw and her obnoxious son Fred do their best to keep things uncomfortable when they visit with old friends. For Buck, still in shock over his brutal treatment of a West Point cadet, the visit goes from bad to worse. To the great relief of Graham’s mother and Margaret, Graham gathered up his children…
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FICTION: A Haunted Holiday
After abducting Cadet Streeter and leaving him for dead in the cold woods at West Point, Buck and Fred Crenshaw go home to celebrate Christmas. Buck sat by the frosty upstairs window at Grandmother Martha’s house in dread. The gash over his eye pulsed red and swollen. He fingered the soft scarf wrapped around the…
Author Adrienne Morris 