Ready for more summer reading? Let’s step back one hundred one years for this novella by Emilie Loring. The road seemed to force its way through a growth of mammoth pine, spruce, and cedar which crowded close, as though jealous of the space it occupied. Some branches were snow laden, from others dripped long, glistening … More Sunday Story: “White Magic” in the Maine Woods, Part I
Sometimes, the past is more modern than the present. … More In Times Like These
It was 1928, before the stock market crash, when people still had jewels to lose. Emilie Loring’s publisher, Penn, announced a Prize Play competition. All plays had to have three acts and be well adapted to an amateur cast. At first, she didn’t bite. She was still writing The Solitary Horseman, and when she turned that in … More “My Pearls! Where are my pearls?!”
Do you ever start out to do one thing and then decide on something entirely different? I was all set to write a post about post-war realism in literature and Emilie Loring’s decision to write entertaining, adventure/romance stories instead. In fact, I had the post fully written and only needed to select a few quotations … More Sometimes, a Real Vacation Calls!
The more I read, the more I appreciate Emilie Loring’s artistry. … More Sometimes, It Pays to Look Deeper