Brian Doyle

The second son, having made the school baseball team,
Informs his startled father that they are underequipped
In the matter of bats—sticks, hammers, the implements...

No nonfiction writer of quality can finally resist the urge to commit fiction....

Sat by the river for a long time making sure it was still working.
There’s a pile of finches in the currants stuffing themselves silly....

Rarely do you get to use sweeping words like epic and masterpiece and staggering, or to say that a book will be in print in America as long as...

Why do we expect more than one terrific book from a writer? Isn’t one superb book enough?...

Mea culpa....

The work of Mary Oliver is one of those rare and lovely convergences....

They can laugh about foxhole religion but every front line soldier embraces a little religion and are not ashamed to pray....

There are some writers—a handful, a very few—who by looking intently and penetratingly at one place reveal piercing things about all places and all people, and so para...

Let’s cut to the chase here....

You enter through a door in the back where a big sign says All Prisoners Must Be Shackled. New prisoners are admitted at seven in the evening. There are seven men waiting by the door tonight....

Once there were three boys. Their names were Neil and Paul and Eric. This was in New Jersey some years ago.

Let us briefly recount the career of one of the most interesting and spiritually minded of American writers....