Pico Iyer:
Global Writer, Heart & Soul


Pico Iyer

Video Night in Kathmandu changed my expectations of travel writers forever. That was in 1985 when foreign travel became accessible to the masses and the search for exotic cultures was on the rise. For many of us with an incurable wanderlust and a curiosity of the world, Iyer was a breath of fresh air. One reviewer at the time hailed Video Night as “a sensual feast of rich impressions,” but it proved to be more. From the beginning, Iyer made us think about why we travel. Even then, he showed a tendency to go deeper, reflecting on how traveling to the far (and not so far) corners of the globe changes the way we look at other cultures and ourselves. Likewise, he revealed that one of the advantages of travel is to be proved wrong about stereotypes.

In the last chapter of Video Nights Iyer writes:

“I had thought when first I visited the Orient that I would find myself witnessing the West in conquest of the East, armies of its invaders bearing their cultural artifacts across the barren plains of Asia. Yet the discovery I made most consistently throughout my travels was that every one of my discoveries had to be rejected, or, at best, refined. And as I got ready to leave the East, I began to suspect that none of the countries I had seen, except perhaps the long-colonized Philippines, would ever, or could ever, be fully transformed by the West.

Iyer’s prose, whether in a Time magazine political article, Conde Naste travel essay, or in his most recent novel, Abandon, brings forth a multitude of small details and descriptions which make his readers feel as if they’re along on the journey. With such insightful books as Falling off the Map: Some Lonely Places of the World and The Global Soul: Jet Lag, Shopping Malls, and the Search for Home, he chronicles words in the way photographers Henry Cartier-Breson and Ara Güler tell stories through their pictures. We’ve come to trust Iyer to bring the larger world to us—one human being to another, without condescension or machismo.

Like all writers who bring their own histories and sensibilities into their writing, perhaps Iyer’s natural humility and generosity come from his own multicultural upbringing. Born in England to Indian parents (both professors), Iyer’s family moved to southern California when he was seven. He was later educated at Eton, Oxford, and Harvard. Between globe-trotting, he’s lived contemplative lives in a California monastery, and “in the middle of nowhere” in Japan—his current residence of choice.

Iyer continues to challenge himself as a traveler and writer. After losing all possessions, including books and unfinished manuscripts, when a fire destroyed his California home, he chose to look forward. He sees the loss as a liberation, yet honors the past by thinking not of physical possessions but of his travels and the people he’s met along the way. In Abandon he tackled the world of Sufis, elegantly weaving a contemporary love story with mystical threads of Persian poetry. During the course of our interview, he offered this reflection:

“I don’t know if you knew or guessed—nobody else did—but Abandon was very much inspired by (Nobel prize winner, Turkish author Orhan Pamuk’s) My Name is Red, in particular one tiny section in which I describe a character seeing an exhibition of Islamic miniatures in Santa Barbara, which I intended as a tribute to Pamuk, and to his larger point about how Islamic art, and its proportions, gave way to Western art in Venice.”

Named one of a hundred visionaries who could change your life by Utne Reader, Iyer offers us the opportunity to live by his own axiom: To write well, one must read well. With this, his own words tell his story best.

WRR: You seem to have been born into a multicultural world with wanderlust in your veins. Can you describe your earliest travel memories?

Really, just walking down the street in Oxford, England, where I was born, was a travel experience, insofar as everyone around me (though I was the only one who couldn’t see it) had different skin color from my own, and, when returning home, different values and customs. Though I thought of myself — and really was — just a typical little boy in North Oxford, in most ways indistinguishable from every other child, I was returning at night to a Hindu, vegetarian household; my grandparents were on the far side of the world and I wasn’t tied into the local heritage as my friends and neighbors might have been. Insofar as everything was a bit different from my own inheritance, it was endlessly interesting and even my hometown had something of the fascination of a foreign place.

Growing up in England, I took small holidays with my parents to Spain and Switzerland and elsewhere — images of the Alps and of bullfights loomed in my four year-old imagination — but my first real travel came when I was six, and my father was invited to go and teach in Chicago for a winter. My first taste of pizzas and of Turtle chocolates! My first experience of police sirens in the street, and stories of what I was told were “ambulance chasers.” My first touch of the biting wind across the lake and the wonders of a science museum in what was already clearly the dawning power of the century.

I still remember getting off at Reykjavik’s airport on the Icelandic Airlines flight over to America (it was then the cheapest way to travel from England to the U.S.) and the locals crowding in to see my mother’s sari, never having seen such an exotic piece of clothing before.

So when my family moved to Santa Barbara the following year, a part of me was prepared for foreignness, if only on the surface.

WRR: In your writing, whether it’s about Sufis or the L.A. airport, I get a sense of the spirituality of people, and a nonjudgmental quality in your writing. Do you believe in a connectedness in all of us in the metaphysical, mystical sense?

That’s very nice of you to say it — the highest compliment I could receive. To travel, for me, is to wander out into another person’s (or culture’s) imagination, to try to see the world through radically different eyes (as one can do through fiction, too), and to leave your own assumptions and values at home so as to entertain and occupy, for a while, someone else’s, and so broaden your assumptions and challenge your dogmas. So when I travel, the last thing I want to do is pass judgment on what I’m seeing (which in any case I barely understand), and the first thing I want to do is fly into some other way of seeing things, and perhaps see myself as an alien and my own belief structures as odd. Even when I’m reading a book — and certainly when I’m writing one — I want to occupy someone else’s mindset for a while, since my own keeps me company every waking hour of the day.

I travel to be taught, to some degree, how little I know about the world, how local all my assumptions are, and how everything I think I know is wrong.

I do see a connectedness, deep down, within all of us, at the human level, across centuries and across continents (we can read a book set in Afghanistan, or in Shakespeare’s England, and instantly recognize most of the feelings and interactions). But I wouldn’t want to minimize the deep, deep cultural differences that remain, and that make us “one but not the same,” in Bono’s words. The current wave of globalism tempts us sometimes to assume we have more in common with Iraq or China than we really do because we can see them on screen and they can watch our movies. The traveler goes to Syria or Beirut to see how much we have in common with people on the far side of the globe once we leave our preconceptions and theories at home; but the excitement of going to Syria and Beirut comes largely from all that is foreign there, startling, even incomprehensible to us.

The book I’m completing right now, The Open Road, out in spring 2008, is about the XIVth Dalai Lama, and one of the things that makes him such an exciting traveler and globalist is that he always speaks of and for common points, and not differences, as suggested by the interconnectedness at the heart of his philosophy (shunyata, the central Buddhist term that is often translated as “emptiness,” he translates as “empty of independent existence” — everything, to him, is part of a single, pulsing network, which is why to hurt someone else is, ultimately, to hurt oneself, and to help others is the best medicine for oneself).

At that level, there will always be things we recognize in others, but on the surface what is bewildering will surely never cease. Some people worry that the world is growing more and more homogeneous, and that everywhere looks and feels the same; my experience, traveling, is that the world is as heterogeneous, as strange and different and varied as ever, and the distances between us are sometimes increasing precisely because of the assumption of sameness. We’re all drawing on a common pool of images — Paris Hilton, The Lord of the Rings, the Golden Arches — but each of us is making something different of them all, translating them into our own terms.

WRR: When artist/architect James Hubbell begins a cross-cultural urban project with other countries, he says that he first studies their folktales, history, and mythology, before designing structures so that the art can connect with the people’s culture. This same sensitivity comes through in the pages of your writing, leaving the reader with an understanding of the roots of a culture we may never visit. Do you approach the countries you visit by studying their folklore and history, or just go and observe and research later?

I wish I did do that, and I know my writing would be more informative and enlightening if I did. But I’m not a professional anthropologist, alas, and so I try not to make claims for knowing much about any of the cultures that I visit. I find that, because I read a lot — and I try to read books rather than newspapers or magazines — and because I’ve traveled a bit, I’ve picked up a little about cultures before I visit them, but I’m afraid that when I go somewhere what I can offer is not the perspective of a knowledgeable observer who knows and has studied a place’s history and folklore, but rather that of a typically ignorant one, who makes the mistakes that any foreigner might make. I try to write as a blundering Everyman more than as an expert.

Thus, for example, when I made my first trip ever to Sri Lanka last summer, I was familiar with aspects of the place before I visited, through years — decades — of reading Lawrence and Leonard Woolf and Ondaatje and Jan Morris and the recent Sri Lankan novelists (such as Romesh Gunesekera). I’d written pieces for Time magazine and seen movies and followed reports for twenty or more years on the current unrest. And before I made the trip, I steeped myself in what little history and folklore I could pick up in maybe two weeks of desultory reading in the library. But when I arrived, I still didn’t really know what to make of anything — I was constantly befuddled and surprised, and nothing I had read in Paul Bowles and Shyam Selvadurai had prepared me for suicide bombers down the street, terrorists haunting the jungles, and an air of jumpiness and quiet desperation everywhere.

WRR: Also, in this same line, do you see that globalization (travel and economics) is changing the mysticism of cultures with each generation?

Mysticism, to me, is what stands out of time and beyond circumstance: read a 13th century Zen discourse, pick up St. John of the Cross, and listen to the latest Leonard Cohen album and you’re instantly in the same place; mysticism is almost the unchanging backbeat and backstage truth that stands behind all the changing surfaces and shifts in the world. So I think that globalization itself makes no difference to what counts; it’s like painting a car in gaudy colors and plastering it with bumper stickers. None of that changes the engine (mysticism), which is ultimately the thing that makes it move. It’s only when you alter something in the soul or heart, something fundamental that lies behind travel and economics, that you really alter a person or a place (which is why I’ve never been convinced that Madonna or MTV are deeply going to change cultures that have been around and laying their foundations for 2000 years).

Mysticism, I think, would say, “Plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose” and even that changes on the surface are themselves symptoms and proof of some deeper changelessness in the larger order of things.

WRR: The descriptive detail in your writing is amazing. In The Global Soul you manage to humanize the L.A. airport — no easy feat and I’ll never be able to go there again without paying closer attention. You’re a master of observation and chronicling. How do manage your copious note taking on the road, and sift, synthesize, and organize all the pieces into a narrative?

Thank you. I do indeed take highly copious notes while I’m traveling — fully paragraphed, mini-essays, which I write down then and there, while perched above the rock-temples in Ethiopia, or while in the midst of a Balinese cremation. I write very, very fast, in a hand so illegible that even I can’t read it often (and some of my misreadings make for my most imaginative word-choices!), and I write while I’m in the midst of the experience so I can get down while I feel them all — the smells, the sounds, and the intangible quality and atmosphere that is gone before you know it.

Then, at the end of the trip, I read through the hundreds of pages of impressions I’ve caught, over and over, to see what impressions are the strongest, what themes are beginning to recur, what kind of progression there has been in my understanding. Often these days I will put the notes aside for a few months and let memory select what moment it was in Haiti or Cambodia that stayed with me and that haunted me most.

What to do with the notes is a question that I never fully solve. In The Global Soul, because I wanted to catch a sense of saturation and overload, a world flooded with more data and more options than it knows what to do with, I tried to turn the page into a buzzing screen of dates and facts and figures that made one feel as jangled and seasick, as without orientation, as when walking through an international airport concourse. In other books, like my more recent Sun After Dark, I tried to leave most of the facts out, so as to catch something intangible, at the level of instinct or premonition, and to bring in the dream-life that makes up at least a third of our lives. Sometimes, if the situation calls for it, I flood the pages with my notes, having worked very hard to try to give the whole some structure and rhythm; sometimes I’ll let the notes percolate inside me and write without consulting them once, except, after the first draft is finished, to see if the car I was riding in was green or blue, and whether my new friend’s name was Ahmed or Ahmad.

I had an interesting experience in regard to note taking when, some years ago, my house burned down, and I lost everything I owned in the world, every note I’d ever taken, every book I had begun, every hope I’d ever constructed, all my writer’s life savings that I’d been hoarding to make a future. When I called up my very wise editor in London, after making the appropriate noises of sympathy, he said, “You should celebrate. As a writer, this can only be good for you.” What he was getting at, because he was wise, was that I relied too much on notes and that being freed from them might liberate me towards writing a more thoughtful and deeply sounded kind of prose.

WRR: From your writing and previous interviews, you seem to require solitude between travels. I wonder how this is possible given the quantity and quality of your work, and imagine that you’re surrounded by the high-tech trappings of e-mails, faxes, correspondence, phone calls, and schedules. How do you manage to balance your chosen profession with a meditative life as well?

My heavens, my life is the very opposite of what you imagine! I live here in this two-room apartment in an uninflected suburb, in a country where I don’t speak the language and know almost no one. I have no printer, no TV I can understand, no iPod, no bicycle, no car. Just to get to the nearest English-language bookstore involves taking a bus and three trains, and then walking for a few minutes. I don’t go on the Web, ever, except for e-mail, and the phone rings perhaps once or twice a month. I go to sleep every night at 8:30 p.m. (last night it was 7:45!), and see maybe one movie every two or three weeks. All I have to keep me company are two shelves of books, about five or six cherished CDS, and my thoughts.

And when I leave here, it’s generally to go to a Benedictine monastery in northern California, where I don’t even have the CDs! I often wonder if my life is too meditative and too unruffled (which may be why, when I travel, I try to go to places of great tumult and difficulty, to shake myself up, and to remind myself of how most of the world is living day to day).

I think the reason that I can write quite a bit is precisely because I lead so settled and quiet a life; every day here there’s time for eight hours of writing, and I still have several hours free for taking walks, sitting out in the sun, playing two hours of ping-pong, and reading deeply for hours. The very stillness of my life here makes for a certain spaciousness and freedom — the freedom, you could say, of living as a foreigner and not having the phone ring and not being very wired. It’s only, I believe, when you step well away from the world that you can truly take stock of it and make sense of it.

I did, more than twenty years ago, work for Time magazine in New York, which gave me an exhilarating sense of what it would be like to live in the middle of a churning metropolis, with engagements, people, diversions, beeping phones all around. And I did, for the purposes of writing The Global Soul, try to occupy and give voice to global commotion and sensory overload, the way I might otherwise give voice to the texture of the Philippines or life in forgotten Burma, but I think I did all that to explore the Other, to examine what was the opposite of my life, the way Bono sometimes plays the devil, quite literally (wearing horns and speaking for venality) in U2’s concerts.

Really, my life seems almost all solitude, and most of the travel I do is at my desk. Though maybe I give the opposite impression on the page, in truth I take only one or maybe two real trips a year, and for the other forty-eight weeks sit in this blessed and immaculate silence.

WRR: You’ve noted that you turn to the writing greats such as Jan Morris, Colin Thurbon, Norman Lewis, Emerson, and Thoreau for inspiration. However, there are many women travel writers, especially the gutsy British women of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries. Why do you think there are still so few women writers published and respected in the same classical category?

I think, happily, that’s all changing, as the world changes, and more and more women travel and record their travels. Funnily enough, Paul Theroux was visiting Kyoto two days ago, as part of a long trip he was taking, and as we talked about traveling and writing about travel, we were mostly talking about Alexandra Fuller and Mary Morris and Gretel Ehrlich and Lucretia Stewart. I grew up, in part, on Isabella Bird and Freya Stark and Isak Dinesen. You’re absolutely right, that only a generation or two ago, nearly all the people on the travel shelves were male, and white, and from the colonizing countries. But in only a very short time, that’s all wonderfully changed. And one development I especially appreciate is that women are writing about their conquests of and in foreign countries the way men have always done (sometimes to excess). A new world is making for new readers, and new writers to speak for and to those readers.

I was lucky enough, as it happened, two years ago, to be asked to edit the annualBest American Travel Writing volume, and although I was thrilled and excited to be able to include John McPhee, Adam Gopnik, Bill McKibben, Joan Didion, and many other established masters in the book, I think my favorite discovery was a piece by a young woman called Heather Eliot, who described — of all things — a romance on a Pacific island, with an intimacy, a candor, a wisdom, a strength (and a vulnerability) that I think few men could muster. And after the book went to press, I found out that she had never really published a piece before. It’s her voice that more and more anthologies are celebrating and it strikes me, as a traveler, that fewer and fewer of the people I meet on the road look like the classic imperial traveler, the Peter Fleming or Robert Byron, of old.

Dervla Murphy, Jan Morris and Annie Dillard all offer stunning examples of over-sixty women who have traveled fearlessly to some of the darkest corners of the world and, in the process, have expanded the territory of writing and the soul. I think there will only be more such examples with each passing generation. The wall is coming down; the borders are falling in that realm, too.

WRR: Do you think there’s a different expectation by readers of how women experience and report on their travels than men?

I think there is, and there should be. Women apprehend the world differently from men, by and large, just as those who grew up in China see things differently and see different things than those who grew up in California. That’s not always true, of course, and it’s easy to overstate the differences, but it’s hard not to pick up a page of Charlotte Bronte and one of Herman Melville, and see how different their priorities and perspectives are. That’s why some of us turn, again and again, to Virginia Woolf, or the Brontes, or Emily Dickinson or these days (in my case) to Sue Miller and Alice Munro.

Japan, in fact, is a perfect illustration of this. Because of the nature of society here — much more Jane Austen than Robert Stone and (to risk a wild generalization) highly nuanced and intricate and understated — my sense is that foreign women can get to the heart of the place much better than most men. The best foreign writers on Japan are people like Angela Carter, Diane Durston, Liza Dalby, and Deborah Boehm, in part, perhaps, because they’re apprehending Japan imaginatively, through the senses, through its textures, and its everyday details rather than bringing the clanking theories or overburdened ideas to which men are sometimes prone (explaining Japan through the head, or through ideas is akin to trying to eat noodles with a knife and fork). I would tell any foreigner coming here to pick up Leila Philip’s The Road Through Miyama, Liza Dalby’s Geisha or Diane Durston’s Old Kyoto if she wants to see Japan from within, seen with the eyes and sense of empathy rather than heavy-handed cerebration.

And the other foreigners who have best caught Japan over the years — in the tradition of a Henry James or a Somerset Maugham — tend to be gay men, such as the peerless, uniquely sensitive, and alert Donald Richie, who to me is the single best writer in English on Japan, ever, and whose record of sixty years of living in Japan should outlast Hearn and every anthropologist’s or sociologist’s book around.

WRR: With an interest in the poet Rumi and having gone to Konya, Turkey to watch the whirling dervish festival, I was drawn to your novel, Abandon, for its Persian mystic set in modern day California. What drew you to this subject and inspired you to write about this in the form of fiction?

I wanted to explore mysticism and, having written already about Buddhism in Kyoto, and being of Hindu origin, and having grown up in Christian schools, I thought Islam was the great unknown for me, and the tradition I ought to try to study and learn more about. And as someone of Hindu origin — living in America, moreover — I felt that my first obligation as a citizen was to inform myself about and enter imaginatively and see the world through the eyes of the Islamic tradition, the culture that we were always tempted to demonize. More than all that, of course, I, like so many others, have been moved and stirred and transported for years by the translations of Rumi I had inhaled, mostly thanks to Coleman Barks.

It also was pregnant to me that, at a time when America demonized Islam politically, and vice versa, the single most popular poet in America, thanks to Coleman Barks, was Rumi, with his unapologetically Islamic devotions (just as some of the most popular items in Islamic countries are Desperate Housewives, perhaps, or Sex and the City or — if the Hugh Grant movie American Dreamz is to be believed — American Idol). It speaks to my sense that cultures can see past and through all the divisions that politicians make and intensify; if so many Americans are reading Rumi, I thought, some of us are misreading him, some are translating him into our own contexts, and yet the fact remains that we are turning in our hunger to Rumi, and not to George Herbert or Walt Whitman. Islam is instructing and inspiring us even as we are thinking of it, reflexively, as the enemy (an impression I had that was only confirmed by spending time in Yemen in August 2001; if you can believe it, I sent my book about Islam’s debate and romance with the West in to my editor on September 12, 2001).

And I wanted to approach the subject in fiction because Sufism, as I imperfectly understood it, has to do with surrender, with letting go of words and ideas, with throwing aside the assumption that you know anything, and just giving into a force much greater than you. To attempt fiction, a form I barely know and don’t understand, was to undertake a practice that seemed to me a little Sufi, letting go of my moorings, abandoning all the habits and territory I knew so well, and giving myself up to the unknown, to try to let other voices, other traditions speak through me.

The book is about, of course, a scholar trying to understand Sufism through textbooks and essays and academic apparatus and then, almost against his will and in the unlikeliest of circumstances, having to let go of all that and understanding it, perhaps, at a deeper level, by giving himself over to what he fears, what he doesn’t begin to understand, what might almost be a black hole. He only begins to catch the faintest shadow of the Sufi way after he throws his ideas, his intentions, the very word and notion “Sufi” out the window. In that context, it seemed important to have a writer — myself — letting go, too, making a fool of himself, going where he’d never gone before, and getting lost in a desert landscape after dark.

WRR: What poets do you read, and do you write poetry?

Derek Walcott has been a talisman and inspiration for me for decades now, and I’m not sure that any other writer has managed to bring together two competing inheritances, to marry the sound of the ocean and the solidity of the European cathedral, and to link classical culture to the moment, as melodiously and imaginatively as he. His use of language, to me, whether in prose or in poetry, is as rich and sinuous and layered as almost any that I can think of in English, and insofar as the central question for so many in the global order is how to reconcile the graces of a colonizing culture with the beauties of an indigenous, he has done so with an openness and natural sympathy that can open doors for millions.

I’ve been reading Keats steadily since I was about fourteen; I constantly return to the Shakespeare that is one of the only books I have room for here in my two-room apartment in Japan and I can never get enough of Emily Dickinson, Kenneth Rexroth, Leonard Cohen, and the W.S. Merwin of “Facing the Islands.” But I must confess that I’ve never written poetry, and the college where I studied in England was so crowded with truly accomplished and unsparing poets that perhaps I absorbed at an early stage that it was too compressed an art form for me. But as laureates of language — and, more, as those who give us a way to look at the world and to stand apart from it — poets are for me the unacknowledged legislators of, if not mankind, at least the soul of each of us, the truly invaluable writers. And when poets write prose — whether it is Michael Ondaatje or Anne Michaels or Joseph Brodsky — they open up the language and the world so that we can see all the possibilities hiding within both.

WRR: What first drew you to travel extensively throughout Asia and more specifically to Japan?

I think I was drawn to Asia, playing hooky from my job at Time magazine in the early ’80s only because I had grown up in Europe; my parents had long been settled in North America and I had traveled all around Central and South America on a bus as a teenager. So Asia was the great unknown. But when I pitched myself into that first trip, to Thailand and Burma and Hong Kong, I never realized the treasure-trove that was awaiting me, so rich and various that to some extent I’ve never left.

In the case of Japan, it was a much more personal and mysterious connection: Japan was the place I’d been inhabiting from afar, as a boy reading Kawabata novels and feeling a piercing, and inexplicable sense of familiarity every time I saw a Hiroshige painting of men walking through a rainstorm or snow banked up above a narrow lane. Japan was the place where I felt I belonged, before I’d ever been there, and, more remarkably, was the place where I longed to stay even after I had come to visit and replaced the romance with the hard details of reality.

I could say that I am attracted to Japan because it is the England where I grew up, but in a different key, and made indecipherable and strange. I could say that I savor the mix of serenity and energy here, the fact that people are always going somewhere, doing something, the opposite of apathetic, but without fuss and often without agenda, so the streets through which they move are immaculate and silent. I could say that the codedness, the hierarchy, the scale, the polish, and the manners of Japan are all things with which I feel familiar, if only because of spending my early years in Oxford.

But the truest attachments, by definition, are the ones that admit of no explanation — you fall in love not because someone has blond hair or is 5’ 7“ or has blue eyes, but for reasons you can never put a finger on. So really my feeling for Japan comes from some affinity that I can’t begin to put into reasons — my mother would say that I must have been Japanese in a past life.

WRR: You now live in what you call “the middle of nowhere” in suburban Japan. Do you finally feel rooted to a place and feel accepted there as a foreigner?

“Accepted as a foreigner” is a wonderful and suggestive phrase, which maybe begins to catch the contradictions — or perversities — of my position here. I think I’ve always been comfortable as an outsider — good training for any writer or traveler — and prefer to be on the outside of cultures than in the center of them. I grew up, after all, as someone not quite Indian and not really English and certainly not American, brown-skinned in Oxford, a mute illiterate in Bombay, and speaking very strangely in Santa Barbara. So being an alien is what I’m used to, and what agrees with me.

Japan is therefore an ideal place because I will never be a true citizen here, and will always be an outsider, however long I live here and however well I speak the language. And the society around me is as comfortable with that as I am — all it wants is clear roles and someone who will stay in his place, as it were, live out his part (in my case as foreigner) perfectly, walking on the right side of the street, and not making trouble. Which to me is a fair exchange for the kindness and courtesy and efficiency it is ready to offer in return.

I am not rooted in a place, I think, so much as in certain values and affiliations and friendships that I carry everywhere I go; my home is both invisible and portable. But I would gladly stay in this physical location for the rest of my life, and there is nothing that I want in life that it doesn’t have. To me rootedness is mostly just a matter of deciding what you need, preferably as limited as possible, and finding a situation that answers that — I call that man rich, as Henry James has it, who can satisfy the requirements of his imagination.

I’m not interested in Japan on its surface — I barely speak the language, I don’t eat sushi or noodles and I am never to be seen in yukata or tabi. But underneath the surface Japan has much that I respect and would like to learn from, in terms of its gift for attention, its natural sense of responsibility, its ability to do away with personality and agenda, the kind of self-effacement and consideration that many a religion would long to teach. Maybe I just want to root myself in the virtues that Japan could teach a bewildered alien from everywhere.

WRR: Is there any place where you haven’t traveled that you long to see?

So, so many — too many to list. I would love to go to Jerusalem, to Mali, to Mongolia. I wrote a whole novel based around Iran, and yet deliberately chose not to go to Iran until it was finished (so that I could apprehend the culture imaginatively and not just journalistically, and see what existed out of time, in a kind of archetypal Persia, rather than just annotating the Tehran of today).

So I’d love to visit an Iran that I spent nine years visiting only in my head; I’m interested in Zanzibar, and I’ve never been to Uruguay. To me the world is inexhaustible, and as fast as certain areas come to seem used up, other areas suddenly open up, and become available to us as never before. Even in my own ancestral homeland, India, I’ve never been to most of the places — from Varanasi to Ladakh to Kerala to Goa — that a typical traveler visits.

That said, though, one can travel sumptuously and liberatingly without leaving one’s desk. And if I could never get on a plane again, or ever see a new country, I don’t think I’d feel bereft. Everywhere is interesting if only you can bring the right eyes to it.

WRR: Can you describe, for our readers — travelers and otherwise — your definition of The Global Soul?

Among many other things, the global soul might be said to be someone who chooses to make up from scratch his sense of community, his sense of home and even his sense of self, someone who lives outside fixed categories and defines himself, perhaps, by the affiliations or the traditions that he chooses. A young Thai woman (with a German boyfriend) in L.A., a child who grows up all over the world because her mother works for the C.I.A., a person who’s never left San Diego but enters a new culture when she takes on a Hispanic partner and acquires a whole new continent through that love — all of them are people who refuse to be confined within one narrow box when it comes to race or nationality or even religion. They are citizens of the new world of movement, belonging not, perhaps, to one fixed point on the map, but to the passageways between points, the places in between.

I coined this curious term because I felt that “global” too often was used to describe only communications and markets, and that what was global — whether Microsoft, McDonald’s, or the latest MTV offering — too often spoke only to what was lowest in us, nourished only the most superficial of needs and linked the universe in its least exalted elements. If “global” was truly to define our century, I wanted to see what a global conscience would be, a global imagination, a global sense of responsibility. I wanted to see how globalism could speak to a kind of universalism, a commonality of not goods but values: not Britney Spears sent across the planet, say, but a vision of hope. And so, feeling myself inundated with global surfaces, I wanted to excavate a global soul, on the assumption that globalism would only have real meaning if it sustained us deep down.

The ones who are in the best position to make the most of our new post-national order are those who grew up or choose to root themselves between the boxes, even though it must be said that the majority of people trying to construct new versions of home today are the most anguished and undefended of reluctant travelers, the exiles. But all of them, constructing themselves within and trying to see themselves in wider terms than “just Indian” or “Christian” or “WASP” have the chance to become children of possibilities, in a way, creating definitions more spacious and encompassing than the ones of old and rooting themselves as much in the future, in what they’re seeking, as in the past and what they inherited. A global soul, perhaps, is someone who makes up her own inheritance.

Joy E. Stocke


Joy E. Stocke

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In 2006, Joy E. Stocke founded Wild River Review with Kimberly Nagy; and in 2009, they founded Wild River Consulting & Publishing, LLC. With more than twenty-five years experience as a writer and journalist, Stocke works with many of the writers who appear in the pages of Wild River Review, as well as clients from around the world.

In addition, she is Senior Editor for Wild River Books and has shepherded numerous writers into print. She has interviewed Nobel Prize winners Orhan Pamuk and Muhammud Yunus, Pulitzer Prizewinner Paul Muldoon, Paul Holdengraber, Host of LIVE from the NYPL; Roshi Joan Halifax, founder of Upaya Zen Center; anthropologist and expert on end of life care, Mary Catherine Bateson; Ivonne Baki, President of the Andean Parliament; and Templeton Prizewinner Freeman Dyson among others.

In 2006, along with Nagy, Stocke interviewed scientists and artists including former Princeton University President Shirley Tilghman and Dean of Faculty, David P. Dobkin for the documentary Quark Park, chronicling the creation of an award-winning park built on a vacant lot in the heart of Princeton, New Jersey; a park that united art, science and community.

She serves on the boards the Center for Emergent Diplomacy, based in Santa Fe, New Mexico; and is a member of the Turkish Women’s International Network.

In addition, she has written extinsively on her travels in Greece and Turkey.  Her memoir, Anatolian Days and Nights: A Love Affair with Turkey, Land of Dervishes, Goddesses & Saints, based on more than ten years of travel through Turkey, co-written with Angie Brenner was published in March 2012. Stocke and Brenner are currently working on a cookbook, Anatolian Kitchen, to be published in 2016.

Stocke’s essay “Turkish American Food” appears in the 2nd edition of the Oxford Encyclopedia of Food and Drink in America (OUP, 2013).  The volume won both International Association of Culinary Professionals (IACP) for Beverage/Reference/Technical category, 2014; and the Gourmand Award for the Best Food Book of the Year, 2014.

She is the author of a bi-lingual book of poems, Cave of the Bear, translated into Greek by Lili Bita based on her travels in Western Crete, and is currently writing a book about the only hard-finger coral reef in Mexico on the Baja Sur Penninsula. She has been writing about environmental issues there since 2011.

A graduate of the University of Wisconsin, Madison, with a Bachelor of Science in Broadcast Journalism from the Agriculture Journalism School, she participated in the Lindisfarne Symposium on The Evolution of Consciousness with cultural philosopher, poet and historian, William Irwin Thompson. In 2009, she became a Lindisfarne Fellow.



Works by Joy E. Stocke in this Edition


The Eagle of Ararat
The Eagle of Ararat-Part II: The Meaning of Freedom


Where Were the Shells Fired From?


Suzanne Opton and Michael Fay – The Human Face of War


Katherine Schimmel: A Meeting in a Garden and a Mystic Pen


Anatolian Kitchen: Cuisine at the Crossroads – For the Love of Beets


ABULHAB – Arabic from Left to Right: An Interview with Type Designer, Saad Abulhab

BELBRUNO- Ed Belbruno – The Colors of the Universe: Microwaves and Art

FREYMAN & PETERSON- Your Life is a Book: How to Craft and Publish Your Memoir

CLARKE – Rock & Roll, Cybernetics, and Literature: Bruno Clarke’s Intersecting, Interconnecting World

EARLE – An Extraordinary Hope Spot: Sylvia Earle on the 20th Anniversary of Cabo Pulmo Marine Park and the Future of the World’s Oceans

FULBRIGHT –  Harriet Mayor Fulbright- World Peace through Education

JOSEPH GLANTZ –  Inner Lights, Electric Kites – The Sparks of Philadelphia’s Creativity

HALIFAX – Joan Halifax, Roshi – Letting Go, Letting in Light: Halifax Talks about Her Life & Groundbreaking Book, Being with Dying

HONEY – The New York Hall of Science Hosts 1001 Inventions – Muslim Heritage in Our World: A Conversation with Dr. Margaret Honey

KUPCU – How to Weave a Culture: The Art of the Double-Knot with Murat Küpçü

MAJOR – A Landscape Critic in the Gilded Age: Judith Major and Mariana Griswold Van Rensselaer

MEHTA – Talking about Global Healing with Political Scientist Vipin Mehta

MAURO – New World Monkeys: Primates, Boars, and a Conversation with Author, Nancy Mauro

OLSEN – Greg Olsen – Reaching for the Stars: Scientist, Entrepreneur, and Space Traveler

SHOR – Music in Stone: Jonathan Shor Constructs a Lithophone for Quark Park

SMITH – ROLEX ARTS INITIATIVE-Poet Tracy K. Smith: Memory, Creation, Mentoring, and Mastery

SODERMAN – The Solace of Vacant Spaces: An Interview with Visionary Peter Soderman

EVAN THOMPSON – Waking, Dreaming, Being: Philosopher Evan Thompson Explores Self and Consciousness in Neuroscience and Meditation

TIMPANE – This Has Never Felt Like A Job
Poetry, Science and the Big Bang: John Timpane Goes to Cambridge

YUNUS – Opening the Gates of Capitalism: In Ecuador with Economist Muhammad Yunus, “Banker to the Poor”

ZALLER – Robert Zaller – Cliffs of Solitude – A World of Activism: Talking of Troubadours and Poetry with the Historian

Every River Tells A Story: Founders Kim Nagy and Joy Stocke

Dorion Sagan and Tyler Volk – Death and Sex: Dorion Sagan and Tyler Volk Get Intimate about Their New Book

Orhan Pamuk – The Melancholy Life

Per Petterson: Language Within Silence


Istanbul, Memories and the City: by Orhan Pamuk, Translated by Maureen Freely
The Road to Home: Rachel Simon’s The Story of Beautiful Girl


Anatolia – Istanbul’s Flaming Horn
End Times Down at the Kingdom Hall
Reclaiming Friday the 13th


Love Affair with Turkey

Anatolian Days and Nights – The Steamy Side of Istanbul


The Bath: Athens, Greece


The Euphoria of Ignorance: Being Jewish, Becoming Jewish, The Paradox of Being Carlo Ginzburg
Fountain of Curiosity: Paul Holdengraber on Attention, Tension and Stretching the Limits of Conversation at the New York Public Library
Paul Holdengraber – The Afterlife of Conversation


 2013 – Three Questions: Festival Director Jakab Orsos talks about Art, Bravery, and Sonia Sotomayor
Critical Minds, Social Revolution: Egyptian Activist Nawal El Saadawi
INTERVIEW – Laszlo Jakab Orsos: Written on Water
Tonight We Rest Here: An Interview with Poet Saadi Youssef
Georgian Writer David Dephy’s Second Skin
On the High Line: Diamonds on the Soles of Our Shoes
Car Bombs on the West Side, Journalists Uptown
New York City – Parade of Illuminations: Behind the Scenes with Festival Director Jakab Orsos
The Pen Cabaret 2008: Bowery Ballroom — Featuring..


Anatolian Days and Nights: A Love Affair with Turkey, Land of Dervishes, Goddesses and Saints
Daring Collaborations: Rolex and LIVE from the NYPL at the New York Public Library Composing a Further Life: with Mary Catherine Bateson

Quark Park

Algorithms, Google & Snow Globes: David Dobkin


Up the Creek: Volume 1, Number 1
Up the Creek: Volume 1, Number 2.5
Up the Creek: Volume 1, Number 3.3
Up the Creek: Number 4.4
Up the Creek: Beautiful Solutions
Up the Creek: Blind Faith, July 2009
Up the Creek: Create Dangerously
Up the Creek: What Price Choice?
Up the Creek: Before and After: September 11, 2001
Up the Creek: Crossing Cultures: Transcending History
Up the Creek: Man in the Mirror; A Map of the World
Up the Creek: Stories and the Shape of Time
Up the Creek: The Divine Road To Istanbul
Up the Creek: What It Means to Yearn


UNESCO World Heritage Site Under Threat of Mega-Devlopment Sparks International Protests
The Other Side Of Abu Ghraib — Part One: The Detainees’ Quest For Justice
The Other Side of Abu Ghraib – Part Two: The Yoga Teacher Goes to Istanbul


Conservation – East of an Aquatic Eden and into the Desert
Controversial Marcellus Shale Gas Pipeline Threatens Delaware River Basin and Rural Communities in the Northeast


Migration, Remittances and Latin America


The Slow Web Movement: Wild River Review’s Philosophy on the Media


Rumi and Coke


Jonathan Maberry’s Ghost Road Blues
Post-Thanksgiving Plane Ride with a Soldier on His Way to Iraq
Turkey – Of Protests and Fruit: A Report & Updates from Istanbul

Kimberly Nagy

Kimberly Nagy, Contributor

Kimberly Nagy

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In 2006, Kimberly Nagy founded Wild River Review with Joy E. Stocke; and in 2009, they founded Wild River Consulting & Publishing, LLC.  With more than twenty years in the field of publishing, Nagy specializes in market outreach and digital media strategies as well as crafting timeless articles and interviews. She edits many of the writers who appear in the pages of Wild River Review, as well as clients from around the world.

Kimberly Nagy is a poet, professional writer, and dedicated reader who has interviewed a number of leading thinkers, including Academy-Award winning filmmaker, Pamela Tanner Boll, MacArthur Genius Award-winning Edwidge Danticat, historian James McPherson, playwright Emily Mann, biologist and novelist, Sunetra Gupta and philosopher Alain de Botton.

Nagy is an author, editor and professional storyteller. She received her BA in history at Rider University where she was influenced by professors who stressed works of literature alongside dates and historical facts–as well as the importance of including the perspectives of women and minorities in the historical record. During a period in which she fell in love with writing and research, Nagy wrote an award-winning paper about the suppression of free speech during World War I, and which featured early 20th century feminist and civil rights leader, Elizabeth Gurley Flynn.

Nagy continued her graduate studies at University of Connecticut, Storrs, where she studied with Dr. Karen Kupperman, an expert in early contact between Native Americans and the first European settlers. Nagy wrote her Masters thesis, focusing on the work of the first woman to be accepted into the Connecticut Historical Society as well as literary descriptions of Native Americans in Connecticut during the 19th century. Nagy has extensive background and interest in anthropological, oral history and cultural research.

After graduate school, Nagy applied her academic expertise to a career in publishing, in which she worked for two of the world’s foremost publishers—Princeton University Press and W.W. Norton—as well as at Thomson, Institutional Investor MagazineRoutledge UK, and Recording for the Blind & Dyslexic.

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Kimberly Nagy in this Edition


Postcard from Haiti


Lady of the Largest Heart: Remembering Muna Imady


Pamela Tanner Boll – Dangerous Women: Creativity, Motherhood, and the World of Art
Suzanne Opton and Michael Fay – The Human Face of War


Slim Hopes
Who Does She Think She Is?


Beata Palya – The Secret World of Songs


Christine Matthäi – The Light of Innocence: On Playfulness, Trees and Growing up in the former East Germany
Every Face Tells a Story: A Conversation with Photographer, Beowulf Sheehan


The Triple Goddess Trials: Fire in the Head: Brigit’s Mysterious Spark
The Triple Goddess Trials: Introduction
The Triple Goddess Trials – Meeting Virginia Woolf at the Strand
The Triple Goddess Trials: Me and Medusa
The Triple Goddess Trials: Aphrodite and the Lightbulb Factory
The Triple Goddess Trials: Goddess of Milk and Honey
The Triple Goddess Trials: Kali’s Ancient Love Song


ASHLEY – Renee Ashley: A Voice Answering a Voice
BELLI – Giocanda Belli – The Page is My Home
BOLL – Pamela Tanner Boll: Dangerous Women: An Interview with Academy Award Winner Pamela Tanner Boll
DANTICAT – Create Dangerously- A Conversation with Edwidge Danticat
CHARBONNEAU – A Cruise Along the Inside Track: With Le Mobile’s Sound Recording Legend Guy Charbonneau
de BOTTON – The Art of Connection: A Conversation with Alain de Botton
GUPTA – Suneptra Gupta – The Elements of Style: The Novelist and Biologist Discusses Metaphor and Science
HANDAL – Nathalie Handal – Love and Strange Horses
HOLT – Rush Holt: An Interview with Rush Holt
KHWAJA – Waqas Khwaja: What a Difference a Word Makes
MAURO: New World Monkeys: An Interview with Nancy Mauro
MOSS – Practical Mystic–Robert Moss: On Book Families, Jung and How Dreams Can Save Your Soul
OGLINE – BEN FRANKLIN.COM: Author & Illustrator Tim Ogline explains why Ben Franklin would be a technology evangelist today
OLSEN – Greg Olsen – Reaching for the Stars: Scientist, Entrepreneur and Space Traveler
PALYA – Beata Palya – The Secret World of Songs
SCHIMMEL – Moonlight Science: A Conversation with Molecular Biologist and Entrepreneur, Paul Schimmel
SHORS – Journey into the Male & Female Brain: An Interview with Tracey Shors
von MOLTKE and SIMMS – Dorothy von Moltke and Cliff Simms: Why Independent Bookstores Matter, Part I
WARD – On the Rocks: Global Warming and the Rock and Fossil Record – An Interview with Peter Ward, Part One, and
On the Rocks: Global Warming and the Rock and Fossil Record – An Interview with Peter Ward, Part Two
WILKES – Labor of Love: An Interview With Architect Kevin Wilkes


Truth Hunger – A Meditation on Mary Karr’s The Art of Memoir


PEN WORLD VOICES – The Chador and the Walled Homestead: Modern Poetry of Pakistan
PEN WORLD VOICES – Found Poetry: A Wishing Poem


Fountain of Curiosity: Paul Holdengraber on Attention, Tension and Stretching the Limits of Conversation at the New York Public Library
The New York Public Library at 100: From the Stacks to the Streets
Paul Holdengraber: The Afterlife of Conversation
That Email Changed My Life: Rolex Arts Initiative. Pulitzer Prize Winning Poet Tracy K. Smith Celebrates Rolex Arts Initiative


First Editions / Second Thoughts — Defending Writers: PEN and Christie’s Raise One Million Dollars to Support Freedom of Expression
ON AFRICA: May 4 to May 10 — Behind the Scenes with Director Jakab Orsos: Co-curated by Award-Winning Author Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
The Page is My Home: Giaconda Belli – Nicaraguan Poet, Writer and Public Intellectual
Georgian Writer David Dephy’s Second Skin
The Power of Conversation: David Grossman and Nadine Gordimer – The Arthur Miller Freedom to Write Lecture


NEW FROM WILD RIVER BOOKS – Brief Eulogies at Roadside Shrines
Daring Collaborations: Rolex and LIVE from the NYPL at the New York Public Library
Wild River Books Announces the Stoutsburg Cemetery Project: The Untold Stories of an African American Burial Ground in New Jersey
Wild River Books: Surprise Encounters by Scott McVay
Wild River Review and Minerva’s Bed & Breakfast Presents – “BITTER” Writing in a Weekend: How to Write About the Things We Can’t Change


ALLEN – Quarks, Parks, and Science in Everyday Life: Filmmaker Chris Allen’s Documentary Where Art Meets Science in a Vacant Lot
MANN – Boundless Theater: An Interview with Emily Mann
Keeping Time: A Conversation with Historian James McPherson


Lady of the Largest Heart: Remembering Muna Imady


Living the Dada Life: Andrei Codrescu Style
The Other Side Of Abu Ghraib — Part One: The Detainees’ Quest For Justice
The Other Side of Abu Ghraib – Part Two: The Yoga Teacher Goes to Istanbul


Controversial Marcellus Shale Gas Pipeline Threatens Delaware River Basin and Rural Communities in the Northeast
Down on Honey Brook Farm

Saad Abulhab

Type designer, librarian, and systems engineer, Saad D. Abulhab, was born in 1958 in Sacramento, California, and grew up in Iraq. Residing in the US since 1979, he is currently Director of Technology of the Newman Library of Baruch College, the City University of New York. He holds a Bachelor of Science in Electrical Engineering from Polytechnic University, and a Master of Science in Library and Information Sciences from Pratt Institute, both in Brooklyn. Involved since 1992 in the field of Arabetic computing and typography, he is most noted for his non-traditional type designs and the Mutamathil type style which was awarded a US Utility Patent in 2003. Designed more that 16 fonts families since 1998 and wrote several articles in the field of Arabetic typography and scripts.


Arabic from Left to Right with Type Designer, Saad Abulhab


POETRY: Hamra Night (Arabic): Translation by Saad Abulhab

Opal Palmer Adisa


Opal Palmer Adisa

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Opal Palmer Adisa, Ph. D, diverse and multi-genre, is an exceptional talent, nurtured on cane-sap and the oceanic breeze of the Caribbean. Writer of both poetry and prose, playwright/director, professor, educator and cultural activist, Adisa has lectured and read her work throughout the United States, South Africa, Ghana, Nigeria, Kenya, Germany, Spain, France, England and Prague, and has performed in Italy and Bosnia. An award-winning poet and prose writer, Adisa has sixteen titles to her credit, including the novel, It Begins With Tears (1997), that Rick Ayers proclaimed as one of the most motivational works for young adults.

She has been a resident artist in internationally acclaimed residencies such as Arte Studio Ginestrelle (Assis, Italy), El Gounda (Egypt), Sacatar Institute (Brazil) and McColl Center, (North Carolina) and Headlines Center for the Arts (California, USA). Opal Palmer Adisa’s work has been reviewed by Ishmael Reed, Al Young, and Alice Walker (Color Purple), who described her work as “solid, visceral, important stories written with integrity and love.”

Following in the tradition of the African “griot” Opal Palmer Adisa, an accomplished storyteller, commands the mastery and extraordinary talent of storytelling, exemplary of her predecessors. Through her imaginative characterizations of people, places and things, she is able to transport her listeners to the very wonderlands she creates.

A gifted diversity trainer, literary critic, and proud mother of three accomplished children, Opal is the former parenting editor and host of KPFA Radio Parenting show in Berkley, California. Columnist for The Graduate Parent for the “Healthy You,” website and wrote a bi-monthly poetry column for The Daily News, St. Thomas. Adisa has published hundreds of articles on different aspects of parenting, writing and poetry and is currently completing a book on effective parenting.

A Distinguished professor of creative writing and literature in the MFA program at California College of the Arts, where she teaches in the Fall. She has been a visiting professor at several universities including, Stanford University, University of California, Berkeley and University of the Virgin Islands. Her poetry, stories, essays and articles on a wide range of subjects have been collected in over 400 journals, anthologies and other publications, including Essence Magazine. She has also conducted workshops in elementary through high school, museums, churches and community centers, as well as in prison and juvenile centers.

Opal Palmer Adisa is a vivacious, motivational speaker who will enthrall and mesmerize you with her words.


Works by Opal Palmer Adisa

Boonoonoos Children

Phyllis Carol Agins

Phyllis Carol Agins

Phyllis Carol Agins

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Phyllis Carol Agins’ fiction includes two novels: Suisan and Never the Same River Twice, as well as numerous short stories, published in Kalliope, Paragraph, and Lilith Magazine (Fall ‘06), among other journals. Her children’s book, Sophie’s Name, has been in print since 1990, and she also co-authored One God, Sixteen Houses, an architectural study. For many years, she served on the board of the Philadelphia Writers’ Conference and taught writing at Penn State Abington. Lately, she divides her time between Fairmont Park and the Mediterranean coast. She has completed a comic novel about young widowhood and is polishing a literary mystery centering on the Shakespeare authorship question. Her next book will follow a Jewish family as they leave Algeria to make a new life in France and America.

Works by Phyllis Carol Agins

Under Her Hat

Angela Ajayi

Angela Ajayi spent over ten years in publishing, mainly as a book editor, until she became a freelance writer. She holds a BA from Calvin College and an MA from Columbia University. Her essays and author interviews have appeared in the Star Tribune and Afroeuropa: Journal of Afro-European Studies. She currently writes book reviews for The Common Online. Her first short story, “Galina,” will be published by Fifth Wednesday Journal this fall. She likes to think she defies easy categorization, identifying through birth and citizenship as a Nigerian-Ukrainian-American writer. She lives in Minneapolis with her husband and daughter.

All Articles by Angela Ajayi


Drawing on the Universal in Africa (English Version): An Interview with Marguerite Abouet
Drawing on the Universal in Africa (French Version): An Interview with Marguerite Abouet


MEMOIR – One Life, Two Names


Everything Is Complicated: An Interview With Nadia Kalman
On Reading and Writing in the Future and Now – Blogs, Twitter, and the Kindle


Ewuare Osayande – Believing Is Doing

Bill Alexander


Bill Alexander

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Bill Alexander is a published fiction writer for Venture Magazine, Spectrum Magazine, and Drumbeat Magazine. As an intern for Wild River Review, he contributes to the column Wild Table, sharing his thoughts and insights on food and culture. Born and raised in New Jersey and a New Orleanian at heart, Bill is an avid storyteller and devoted writer who believes strongly in originality over faddism.


Works by Bill Alexander

Embers of September: Every Family Has a Story to Tell

Chris Allen

Chris Allen became interested in filmmaking during High School, and has pursued it ever since. He studied Bhakti Yoga (which he still practices) in Chicago before receiving a degree in Film and Television from New York University. After raising three children and producing videos in corporate America, Allen started his own film company, Open Sky Cinema, writing and producing documentaries. They include “The Delaware and Raritan Canal,” “Lost Princeton,” “A Warm and Loving Look — The Poetry of Stephen Kalinich,” and “Open Sky.”

In his documentary, “Quark Park,” Allen filmed and interviewed dozens of scientists, artists, sculptors, landscape architects, and architects in collaboration with Quark Park’s creators Peter Soderman, Kevin Wilkes; and with the Wild River Review.

Works by Chris Allen

An Interview with Rush Holt

Renee Ashley

Renée Ashley is the author of five volumes of poetry: Because I Am the Shore I Want to Be the Sea (Subito Book Prize); Basic Heart (winner of the 2008 X.J.Kennedy Poetry Prize); The Revisionist’s Dream; The Various Reasons of Light; and Salt (Brittingham Prize in Poetry, University of Wisconsin Press), as well as a novel, Someplace Like This, and two chapbooks, The Museum of Lost Wings and The Verbs of Desiring. Ashley teaches poetry in the low-residency MFA Program in Creative Writing and across the genres in the MA in Creative Writing and Literature for Educators. She has received fellowships from the New Jersey State Council on the Arts in both poetry and prose and a poetry fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts. A portion of her poem, “First Book of the Moon,” is included in a permanent installation in Penn Station, Manhattan, by the artist Larry Kirkland. She has served as Assistant Poetry Coordinator for the Geraldine R. Dodge Foundation and, for seven years, as Poetry Editor of The Literary Review. Her new collection, The View from the Body, was published by Black Lawrence Press in March 2016.


Works by Renee Ashley


from Her Book of Difficulties
What She Wanted
Why I Never Came (Apology to My Mother)

Eliza Drake Auth

Eliza Drake Auth

Eliza Drake Auth

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Eliza Drake Auth is a painter who lives and works in the Philadelphia area. She is a graduate of the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Art. Primarily a landscape painter, her work can be seen at Sherry French Gallery, New York City and Richard Rosenfeld Gallery, Philadelphia.

Works by Eliza Drake Auth

Natural Beauty