Cynthia Harrison

Novelist

Year: 2004

  • Gone, Baby, Gone

    Here’s what happened to the love scene I revised last week. I deleted it. Yep. The Whole Thing. Why would I write a love scene when I really don’t like reading them? As Jenny Crusie would say, if you’re not having fun, the reader likely isn’t, either. What I did instead is write the scenes…

  • Two Years Later

    Am about two thirds of the way through this revision of the WIP. Which means that after two years this book will be finished in the next month or so. Two years! Blows my mind to think about Katie, who writes several books a year. And she’s giving herself ONE WEEK to revise her most…

  • Where’s Iago?

    I love Thanksgiving and Shakespeare will almost equal fervor. Love cooking all the food and having the family over and basking in the warm glow of belonging. This year, Thanksgiving was even better because I’d recently finished redecorating my dining room, which now has a “Shakespeare Corner.” If I have any altar in my home,…

  • trash sex magic

    That’s the name of the novel reviewed in my current Garage Band piece. Such a great title. Made me want to read the book right that minute. So I did. Then I simply had to write about it. After the review, there’s an interview with author Jennifer Stevenson.

  • Jennifer Stevenson

    Part creation myth, part sexual allegory, part tender family portrait, Jennifer Stevenson’s trash sex magic is a rare, gorgeous read. The haunting world Stevenson builds is not so much surreal as it is a glimpse of the mystical simmering just below the surface of everyday life. Somewhere off a highway in Illinois, by the banks…