by Robin Kirk | Mar 22, 2015 | featured, Robin Kirk
In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” There’s no cure for the hungry plague, but in the end the plague becomes its own cure. M.R. Carey,...
by Robin Kirk | Mar 21, 2015 | Robin Kirk
I live a half block from Oval Park, one of Durham’s little jewels. The park is split in two by West Club Boulevard. To the south are a battered tennis court, a basketball hoop and a picnic shelter. To the north lies the playground and a small baseball field. Both...
by Robin Kirk | Mar 14, 2015 | featured, Robin Kirk
(from the April issue of Sojourners) There’s no better sequel to the Senate Select Intelligence Committee’s executive summary of the torture report than Mohamedou Ould Slahi’s just-published Guantánamo Diary (Little, Brown and Company). This...
by Robin Kirk | Feb 22, 2015 | featured, Robin Kirk
In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” “What use was a prayer?” Stuart Neville, The Final Silence Related articles 2015 Edgar...
by Robin Kirk | Feb 20, 2015 | Robin Kirk
I was traveling when the news arrived. Mickey Choate, my literary agent, had died suddenly. As his wife, Laurel, later explained to me, this long-time runner and life-long non-smoker had been diagnosed with lung cancer. The disease was brutal and quick. He was 52....
by Robin Kirk | Feb 15, 2015 | featured, Robin Kirk
In 1993, I was a reluctant transplant to the Triangle. Born and raised in Chicago, I considered myself a big-city girl. I’d lived in Mexico City, San Francisco and Lima, Peru. Several times, I’d talked my way into – and out of – Peruvian prisons run entirely by...
