spoke with Tori Reid about writing, catching dreams, and her forthcoming memoir, Love Yourself Through It.
Returning to Sacramento on a flight with drink and book in hand, one’s mind tends to wander to a time passed, and the vacant space off my hip.
Burying one’s father is an exercise in change, your old self, your concept of time, and indeed, the merit of what remains all flies out the window.
With the Oscars now over, I feel it is best that we look back at the black narratives it presented. As always in America, art moves first, and the country follows.
“Sexually fluid, lazy, overprivileged suburbanites” Tom Lutz of the LA review of books eviscerates America
Tom Lutz is a man of many talents, but it is his iconoclastic nous, particularly in analysing his confused homeland that stands tall.