Chapter 16
A Community of Tennessee Writers, Readers & Passersby

Erica Wright

Some Howling Beautiful Thing

A. Van Jordan’s latest poetry collection evokes the magic of movies

October 29, 2014 In his new poetry collection, The Cineaste, A. Van Jordan pays homage to both the makers and watchers of movies. Jordan will read from his work on November 6, 2014, at 7 p.m. in Buttrick Hall, Room 101, on the Vanderbilt University campus in Nashville. The event is free and open to the public.

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Where the Truth Lies

Thriller writer David Baldacci talks with Chapter 16 about his new young-adult novel, journeys of heroic proportions, and reading as a synonym for thinking

July 7, 2014 “Thrillers and fantasy share one thing: they’re both stories that take you to a place you would never go yourself.” David Baldacci, a bestselling author of thrillers, talks with Chapter 16 about The Finisher, his young-adult novel about fourteen-year-old Vega Jane’s quest to know the truth about her magical town. Baldacci will appear at the Nashville Public Library on July 10, 2014, at 6:15 p.m. The event, part of the Salon@615 series, is free and open to the public.

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A Shared World

Eavan Boland talks with Chapter 16 about her new work, the definition of memoir, and poems as unfinished business

April 7, 2014 “Your poems may be in the past. Your faults are always in the future.” In this interview, Eavan Boland discusses her latest books, including A Journey with Two Maps, which blurs the boundaries of genre by combining memoir with literary criticism. On April 10, 2014, at 7 p.m., Boland will appear in Buttrick Hall on the Vanderbilt University campus in Nashville as part of the Vanderbilt Visiting Writers Series. The event is free and open to the public.

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Kingsnakes and Beauty Queens

At the Rattlesnake Festival in Claxton, Georgia, a writer confronts her lifelong fear

March 4, 2014 When my family first moved into our home in Wartrace, Tennessee, snakes were a problem. Our land was infested with a wide variety of slitherers, many of which my father and uncles killed, sometimes with guns and hoes, sometimes with tractors, but snakes still found us. They sunned themselves in our driveway, hid in the hedges, and once climbed up our fireplace mantel. I developed a fear of being taken by surprise. But at the Rattlesnake Festival, watching a kingsnake glint in the afternoon light, my only sensation was wonder.

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