Anthony Trollope

Anthony Trollope is a risky subject. My daughter, Athena, whose opinion I respect, rolls her eyes and gets embarrassed at the utter density of her father when I mention Trollope. But I can’t help it. To begin with, I am partial to Victorians. I don’t have much patience with skirts on piano legs and prigs […]

Done Snarking

I posted the last four chapters of Jack London’s Cruise of the Snark today. I will be very pleased if I have introduced someone to this delightful book by posting it here.

A friend of mine has been exploring the possibilities of writing non-fiction narrative prose. I pointed him toward Norman Maclean’s A River Runs […]

Why Call This Site the Vine Maple Studio?

Long ago, before I struggled all the way out of my teens, Herrlee Creel, Edward Kracke and the other sinologists of Hyde Park on the south side of Chicago shanghaied me from a normal life into the cult of the traditional Chinese scholar, my neglected true calling. The scholar in my dream […]