Eric Lanke

There are no frontiers left for Claude Wheeler. Claude knew, and everybody else knew, seemingly, that there was something wrong with him. ...

By the time we got there it was closer to thirty minutes later. And it definitely was we. Despite the bet-hedging I tried to do on the phone...

Some call this, Cather’s first published novel, a little clumsy, and I tend to see what they mean. Alexander is Bartley Alexander, a middle-...

BBRRIINNGGGGG!!! I was leaning up against the wall of the beach hut, my arm wrapped around Bethany and my thoughts a million miles away. I...

This was a frustrating read. In alignment with its subtitle, the author tries to explain “the evolutionary origins of belief,” essentially, ...

“Is everything all right?” Shit, I was thinking. An in-person interview. That means I’ll have to find time to fly to Boston. Unless they w...

This one has a nice story behind it. Here’s what I said at the end of my post on On to Petersburg by Gordon C. Rhea: Sadly, there are app...