My Writers: John Skipp & Craig Spector

I was a skittish kid, even a bit of a fearful kid. The mere idea of engaging with something scary — a book, a movie, or a television show squarely in the horror genre — made me preemptively woozy. Once I did finally engaged with such material, though (beginning, of course, with Stephen King), I spent a few years pursuing ever more spins into the darkness. For the most part, I stick with any given author for only a single tome. While the form doesn’t deserve the disdain often heaped on it, accomplished literary figures writing such novels were a … Continue reading My Writers: John Skipp & Craig Spector

My Writers: Tom Stoppard

There are writers who leave me dumbfounded, so thoroughly dazzled by their inventiveness and command of language that I can’t help but speculate on what it must be like within the interconnected passages of their brain. I make no claim on an exhaustive knowledge of the voluminous works of Tom Stoppard, especially since most of the touchstone efforts are best experiences from a seat positioned to face a stage. Still, whenever I come upon one of his landscapes of intricately interlocking ideas, I feel humbled and blessed in equal measure. Like most, I suppose, my welcoming entryway to Stoppard’s art … Continue reading My Writers: Tom Stoppard

My Writers: Joss Whedon

I was dismissive of Joss Whedon at first, needlessly so. And I probably should have known better. My first exposure — knowingly anyway — to Whedon’s writing was with the 1992 film Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which arrived with the excited promise of flinty ingenuity. It delivered far less, and Whedon was easy to dismiss as another breathlessly celebrated Hollywood wunderkind who didn’t have that much to contribute beyond a couple hooky notions. The nineties were lousy with those. As opposed to now, there weren’t a fleet of entertainment reporters prepared to dutifully transcribe Whedon’s complaints about how his original conception … Continue reading My Writers: Joss Whedon

My Writers: Kelly Sue DeConnick

  I possess no inside information about how Marvel Studios executives land on the characters that will move from the comic book page to the big screen, but I am totally convinced that there would be no Captain Marvel movie in the offing without Kelly Sue DeConnick. By the time it was announced that an adventure featuring the superheroic alter ego of Carol Danvers would be part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe’s Phase Three, DeConnick was well into her transformational run on a character who’d been around since the late nineteen-sixties and taken up a more significant role beginning around a decade later, when … Continue reading My Writers: Kelly Sue DeConnick

My Writers: Malcolm Gladwell

Back in the rough and tumble days before the vast digital landscape was scored with roadways to full archives of certain publications, I used to devote thought and energy to tearing pages out of magazine. Our filing cabinet had a folder stuffed full of articles either I or my partner-in-all-things found interesting enough that we wanted the option of revisiting them somewhere down the line. A sizable number of these came from The New Yorker. These weren’t yanked indiscriminately, but nor we we making a concerted effort to assemble the work of certain writers. I wasn’t even looking at the byline … Continue reading My Writers: Malcolm Gladwell

My Writers: John Grisham

Let’s be real. When I return to this recurring feature, plucking a new author from the misty library of the already read that resides in my brain, I usually opt for a wordsmith who will confer some amount of coolness on me, in much the same way that the tomes that speak well of the reader usually have conspicuous placement on the household’s most prominent bookshelf. (For years, Richard Ben Cramer’s massive What It Takes was front and center in my collection, despite the inconvenient detail that I only made through about a third of its thousand-plus pages.) But I … Continue reading My Writers: John Grisham

My Writers: Eric Schlosser

As soon as I was finished with Fast Food Nation I wanted to pass along the book to everyone I knew. And give them a chance to pass it along to everyone they knew. For a time, I even had a plan in place to do just that. The household paperback copy was handed out with the instruction to lendees to print their names on the inside front cover once they’d completed it and then to pass it along to another person they thought would benefit from the information within its pages. I had visions of highly weathered copy of the … Continue reading My Writers: Eric Schlosser

My Writers: John Byrne

When it came to my comic book reading, I was always fiercely devoted. Completist tendencies are embedded deeply within me, which I directly attribute to my time perusing the unkempt racks of comics at the local supermarket or convenience stores, desperate to make sure I got every last issue of my favorite titles, handily numbered to help me track the the effectiveness of my efforts. While I was still comfortable in my tender youth when I started reading superhero comics — barely able to claim an age in the double-digits — I soon realized that being committed to certain series and … Continue reading My Writers: John Byrne

My Writers: Oliver Sacks

Like a lot of people, I suppose, my introduction to Oliver Sacks came through the movie Awakenings. Based on the nonfiction account of the same name, written by Sacks, the film depicted the efforts of a physician to treat catatonic patients in a Bronx hospital, bringing a heightened empathy and commitment to exploring possible solutions to a group of people who had been largely disregarded by other doctors, relegated to the category of the untreatable. The doctor finds success in a treatment, although it is tragically fleeting. In the film, Sacks is renamed Dr. Malcolm Sayer and played by Robin … Continue reading My Writers: Oliver Sacks