Category: Art Scene

The Sister Bay/Liberty Grove Branch of the Door County Library held a “Catch the Reading Bug” carnival on August 20. The event was a celebration to wrap up the children’s summer reading program.

The intriguing gothic title of this second effort by Mark Mills might lend the impression that this novel is something less than what it is. It is a very erudite literary work centering around a mystery held by a 400-year-old garden adjacent to a villa in Tuscany.

The 2009 Wisconsin Poets’ Calendar is popping up in stores throughout the state. This week-at-a-glance spiral-bound engagement calendar features the poems of 174 Wisconsin and state connected writers.

“Alice at Eighty” & “Jaws: ad Nauseum”

Problems persist throughout northern Door County, but while some people choose to ignore them, other dedicated and devoted citizens are meeting the challenges. What follows here is an interview of Lambert Luskuski, recorded by Peninsula Pulse Senior Correspondent Bjorn Bakken.

It wasn’t until I walked into Dimple’s Tavern over on Halsted Street one Saturday morning and saw Willy, the Wednesday night bartender, serving drinks to a noisy crowd, that I realized I hadn’t been there in almost six months.

Samuel Beckett was born on Good Friday, the 13th of April, 1906. He could not have had a more ironic or iconic birth date.

I first heard of Charles Todd in 1996 when I received a galley of his first book, A Test of Wills, for review. Having recently come to the reviewing business, I felt an obligation to read the darn thing although I made a mental note to tell my editor that I really disliked historical mysteries.

A chill North wind unsettles gentle chimes at the leeward corner of cedar shake eaves… Four feet yellow flag iris invite their royal plum cousins to join their wading in a trickling waterfall.

Peninsula Pulse Senior Correspondent Bjorn Bakken puts you at the scene though his crisp reporting of the news as it takes place in the village and town meeting halls.

When my children were small it was routine to hold hands. Traffic, crowds, darkness, deep water, any excuse served; what mattered was holding hands. Sometimes they didn’t want to, which was OK, it was their choice, they who gave the signal.

Other worlds are the very geography of fantasy.