Todd McEwen
Todd McEwen was born in California in 1953 and graduated from Columbia University in New York in 1975. He worked in broadcasting, theatre and the rare book trade before settling in Scotland in 1981. He lives in Edinburgh with his wife, novelist Lucy Ellman. Several of his stories have been published by Granta magazine. This is his fourth novel. Todd McEwen was born in California in 1953 and graduated from Columbia University in New York in 1975. He worked in broadcasting, theatre and the rare book trade before settling in Scotland in 1981. He lives in Edinburgh with his wife, novelist Lucy Ellman. Several of his stories have been published by Granta magazine. This is his fourth novel.
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Essays & Memoir | The Online Edition
Over There
Various Contributors
Americans, speaking of foreign lands, often say, 'It's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.'
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Story of a Heel
Todd McEwen
‘ My stunningly crummy apartment–there were big holes in the walls and I lay awake nights worrying about how they got there’.
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Now A Major Motion Picture
Todd McEwen
‘None of these high-falutin pansy-ass would-be 'technologies' are going to save literature.’
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Cary Grant’s Suit
Todd McEwen
‘North by Northwest isn't a film about what happens to Cary Grant, it's about what happens to his suit.’
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The Elk’s Funeral
Todd McEwen
‘Against each wall stands an ornate throne—junk, dark Victorian junk, pulled by crowbar twenty years ago from the old lodge in the doomed downtown. Sitting on each is a battered looking Elk in a frayed tuxedo or black suit, his shoes cracked as the skin around his eyes. You feel sure they will sleep, and soon.’
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The Little Plate of Childhood
Todd McEwen
‘I truly hate food, I said to Isidor. I just can’t take it any more. F*** food!’
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Arithmetic Town
Todd McEwen
‘Free play is when you have fun instead of playing kickball.’
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A very young Dancer
Todd McEwen
‘I have a snapshot of the two of us: late on a summer afternoon we're playing in an inflatable wading pool.‘
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My Mother’s Eyes
Todd McEwen
‘My mother has a small brown book, the kind of notebook made of alligators and sold to wealthy people who do not make notes.’
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Drinking Men
Todd McEwen
‘Consider a long and famous river; it teems with salmon and story, winds majestic through the most various of Scotland's shires.’
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Paramilitarism in Costa del Burger
Todd McEwen
‘So I got on my bicycle. Bicycle of Pain. I pedalled slowly agonizingly slowly away from the house.’
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They tell me you are Big
Todd McEwen
‘Airports like abattoirs are white.’