
Voyages And Travels

On August 16, the Hikianalia, a seventy-two-foot dual-hulled Polynesian voyaging canoe from Hawaii set out across the Pacific for California, powered by the winds, tides, two solar-charged propellers (for emergencies), and a thirteen-person crew.

Embracing boredom and creative constraints, Katchadourian tells of in-flight artwork and other conceptual projects.

“I’m glad that the work is still proving elusive enough to resist attempts to gather it all up in a critical hamper or net.”
When I was a young girl I passed by his house several times a day.
Artist Marie Lorenz goes against the current with her recent body of work.

“The banners of the King of Hell come forth,”
My teacher said, “and straight at us.
Look ahead and see if you can see him.”
This First Proof contains the short story “My Life with Cars,” by Erica Hunt.

In the twelfth installment of BOMB’s Fiction for Driving series, Erica Hunt reads her short story “My Life with Cars”.

Writer Thomas Pletzinger and New York-musician Sufjan Stevens on life on the road, their favorite brooklyn haunts, and Pletzinger’s novel Funeral for a Dog.

Joe Fyfe tells painter Josh Blackwell about his involvement in abstraction as a by-product of loss and the wabi-sabi discovered on his travels to Vietnam, Sri Lanka, and Bangladesh.

Frederic Tuten’s collection of short fiction paints a world in motion. A sensitive crafting of characters and scenes reveals the adeptness of the writer of five novels.
I’d called you from the road, from some rest stop just over the Jersey line, to explain there’d been freezing rain through the mountains in Pennsylvania and everybody was doing 50,
This First Proof contains the short story “Wayward Sleep.”

Charles Reznikoff (1894–1976) writes prose like a poet, indeed he is one, with his rock-hard choice of words styled into deceptively simple sentences.
This is the unabridged version of Ben Ehrenreich’s story, also available as a Fiction for Driving audio.
“Venice, a great sewer of traditionalism”
Only a few days are left before another birthday, and if I’ve decided to begin this way it’s because two friends, through their books, have made me realize that these days can be a cause to reflect, to make excuses, or to justify the years lived.