There should be a warning sign for anyone venturing down nostalgia way: "Caution! Platitudes ahead." Why must reminiscences punish the present to paint the past as more precious? In his memoir Now, W
Admit it. When you think of the literary capitals of the world, Springfield
doesn't leap to the top of the list. But beginning on Saturday, Springfield
shines like a literary luminary on the pr
Like a man to double business bound
I stand in pause where I shall first begin.
Claudius in Act III of Hamlet
Where to be or not to be? Tonight, March 11, two downtown libraries offer excellent
One book. One city. In 1998, the Washington Center for the Book posed the
question --"What if all Seattle read the same book?" Six years later we have
the definitive answer. If the people in Se
Janet Jackson's brazen bust-baring before millions of football fans, dubbed
by one pundit "a tempest in a C-cup," got me wondering. Not about the fall of
western civ as we know it, but about wh
Most Illinoisans could only reply with a blank expression if asked to identify the likes of Jesse Burgess Thomas or Richard Montgomery Young or Otis Ferguson Glenn or James M. Slattery. Yet, at one t
Since Sept. 11, 2001, it has become commonplace to see signs outside stores, restaurants, and union halls proclaiming "God Bless America" (often followed by various non sequiturs such as "Fish Fry Fri
Job Conger's Strange Gold is a recent effort to encapsulate the life of Springfield's most famous poetic son, Vachel Lindsay. Conger wisely does not attempt to outdo previous authors. Lacking the cred
When the everyday grind gets to be too much, some of us fantasize a bucolic life, picturing ourselves tucked into a little country place full of birds and sunshine. The irony of this particular fantas
Charles Dickens would have loved the Internet. To the boy who worked in the boot-blacking factory, the digital highway would have been an endless piece of paper and a bottomless pot of ink. Dickens ne