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Tom Larson and the Reader
Seagulls, Nathanael West, pit bulls, poor babies, child loss
First-Winter Western Gull, our only resident gull. “Why would anyone ever want to leave San Diego?”
How Larson came to write for the Reader:
I have written before about how the brilliant literary editor, Judith Moore, who died in 2006, encouraged my submissions to the Reader and brought me into the fold as a staff writer, 21 years ago. Here I want to say that in the 1990s, as a long-time reader of long-form features and literary journalism in The New Yorker and The Atlantic, I said to myself, I can write pieces like that—given the time and the money. And I did—buoyed by a prompt check from the Reader, by Judith’s unwavering guidance, and by Heather Goodwillie’s uncannily skillful copy editing.
Since then, the weekly magazine has evolved under the print/online/advertising steamroller of the Internet, which has meant I and others have had to shorten our novella-length stories. Still, every day I am grateful to Jim Holman and Ernie Grimm for giving me a place to publish my critical and creative turns on the peculiarity of San Diego’s rarefied culture, unheralded history, and second-city (to L.A.) identity. We live in a community ever unsure of itself, which is both its charm and its enigma, especially for a nonfiction writer such as I.
Larson's favorite stories he wrote for the Reader:
1) “To Fuse Wind and Its Motion”: a meditation on the seagull in 14 parts;
2) “Almost Beautiful”: the death in El Centro of Nathanael West, one of America’s most mordant authors;
3) “Grrrrrrrrrrrr”: on the pit bull, loved and abused: all dogs go to heaven, their owners do not;
4) “We Wish There Were Fewer”: the death and burial of indigent babies;
5) “Jenna’s Dad”: Ken Druck and the grief of losing a child.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Tom Larson and the Reader
Seagulls, Nathanael West, pit bulls, poor babies, child loss
Tom Larson and the Reader
Seagulls, Nathanael West, pit bulls, poor babies, child loss
First-Winter Western Gull, our only resident gull. “Why would anyone ever want to leave San Diego?”
How Larson came to write for the Reader:
I have written before about how the brilliant literary editor, Judith Moore, who died in 2006, encouraged my submissions to the Reader and brought me into the fold as a staff writer, 21 years ago. Here I want to say that in the 1990s, as a long-time reader of long-form features and literary journalism in The New Yorker and The Atlantic, I said to myself, I can write pieces like that—given the time and the money. And I did—buoyed by a prompt check from the Reader, by Judith’s unwavering guidance, and by Heather Goodwillie’s uncannily skillful copy editing.
Since then, the weekly magazine has evolved under the print/online/advertising steamroller of the Internet, which has meant I and others have had to shorten our novella-length stories. Still, every day I am grateful to Jim Holman and Ernie Grimm for giving me a place to publish my critical and creative turns on the peculiarity of San Diego’s rarefied culture, unheralded history, and second-city (to L.A.) identity. We live in a community ever unsure of itself, which is both its charm and its enigma, especially for a nonfiction writer such as I.
Larson's favorite stories he wrote for the Reader:
1) “To Fuse Wind and Its Motion”: a meditation on the seagull in 14 parts;
2) “Almost Beautiful”: the death in El Centro of Nathanael West, one of America’s most mordant authors;
3) “Grrrrrrrrrrrr”: on the pit bull, loved and abused: all dogs go to heaven, their owners do not;
4) “We Wish There Were Fewer”: the death and burial of indigent babies;
5) “Jenna’s Dad”: Ken Druck and the grief of losing a child.
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