Tag Archives: Montana

Landscapes

We were maybe twenty miles west of Billings, Montana, when we topped a hill and the land fell out before us, plains running in a soup bowl to the next plateau, the purple-blue sky a canopy fastened to the horizons at 360 degrees. Elisa drew in a breath and said, “I never get used to […]

This is what I wanted

My new book came out today, and now I’m awash in the joys and nervousness of a literary birth. The joys abound. The nervousness I can handle. Let’s move on. A question I get regularly—and understandably—falls along these lines: How much of you (that is, me) is in the book? It’s an almost impossible question to […]

Farewell, Ivan Doig

I’ve been wrestling with whether to write this since I heard the news yesterday that Ivan Doig, the poetic chronicler of the American West and Montana, died at age 75. Unlike so many of my friends, of whom I’m endlessly envious, I have no story about meeting the man. Though he surely has been a […]

Inside ‘Quantum Physics,’ Part 8

We continue today with the story behind the story on the eighth piece of short fiction from my upcoming collection, Quantum Physics and the Art of Departure. To read previous installments, go here. SHE’S GONE Backstory: Long after I wrote about Ross Newbry as an adult, I came back to him, this time as an adolescent. […]