Author Archives: Andrew Roe

Polar Bears Eat Blood

I’m always amazed at what comes out of my five-year-old son’s mouth… “The Golden Gate Bridge isn’t really golden. It’s red.” “Superman never dies. When we die we don’t move.” “This house is driving me crazy.” “I want a real … Continue reading

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Old Dads

I think of myself as an old dad. I was thirty-eight when my first son Ethan was born; forty-one when twins Henry and Celia were born. My father was even older — forty-five — when I was born. And he … Continue reading

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Fiction Is a Private Autism

Katherine Dunn on non-fiction vs. fiction: “Non-fiction is a big responsibility. Rationality. Facts. The urgent need to reflect some small aspect of reality. But fiction is a private autism, a self-referential world in which the writer is omnipotent. Gravity, taxes … Continue reading

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Shiny and New

Over at the Fictionaut blog, there’s a really nice write-up about my story “Why We Came to Target at 9:58 on a Monday Night.” It’s part of the Fictionaut Fave series. Here’s how Ben White begins his piece: “Sometimes the … Continue reading

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May I Direct Your Attention To…

Carol Keeley’s beautiful, eye-opening essay over at the Ploughshares blog. It’s about sentences. And I like sentences, a lot, and Carol covers Fitzgerald, Thomas Wolfe, Don DeLillo, Gary Lutz and David Foster Wallace. The essay also includes one of my … Continue reading

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