Some of the best autobiographies (Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt and Wild Swans by Jung Chang, for example) are by people whose greatest claim to fame is the very writing of that autobiography. The less well-known the person is beforehand, the more need there is for the work to be interesting in its own right. By contrast, autobiographies by people who are already famous often turn out to be incredibly dull or self-serving – or both! (more…)
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Colman O Criodain reviews The Gypsy Saw Two Lives by Rodica Mihailis
Posted in Reviews, tagged Colman O Criodain, Gloom Cupboard, Rodica Mihailis, The Gypsy Saw Two Lives on July 17, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
The Fifth Хорошо: Interview with Rodica Mihailis
Posted in Editorial, Interviews, The New Хорошо, tagged Gloom Cupboard, god, Rodica Mihailis, Romania, T.M. De Vos, The Gypsy Saw Two Lives on July 17, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Memoirist, blogger, and soon-to-be clinical psychologist Rodica Mihailis has undergone many personal evolutions since her defection from communist Romania in 1981. Her recent memoir, The Gypsy Saw Two Lives (Strategic Book Publishing), itself evolved from her popular blog, chronicles the adaptations that have characterized her life on both sides of the Atlantic with humor and perspective—and a surprising amount of empathy even for the least sympathetic characters. In this fifth edition of “The New Xорошо,” Mihailis expounds upon faith, free will, and the funny side of being ousted from an ambulance in February; under separate cover, Colman O Criodain reviews The Gypsy Saw Two Lives.~T.M. De Vos
Fiction #130
Posted in Fiction, tagged Fiction, Gloom Cupboard, Joseph Gant, Prose on June 8, 2012 | 1 Comment »
One time Poetry Editor for Gloom Cupboard, I return to the team as Assistant Fiction Editor. My preference for longer fiction shows in the collection I’ve put together here, but I feel each piece is well worth the ride. Enjoy!
No Hablo Espanol
Richard Neumayer
The instant we cross the border, Mexicans swarm us. I’ve never seen anything like it. I’m terrified.
They’re husky and black-haired with grizzled temples. They have moustaches. They wear white shirts and dark sunglasses. They shout at us and wave their arms, adding a layer of thick spicy sweat to air already choked with diesel and sewage fumes. (more…)
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