Writer’s Brock – In Beauty and Fury

If I just hold on, I might be that man who awoke three hours later and helmed the ship for a captain with hypothermia, one who found courage to scream at the storm while slammed by the waves, throwing a voice almost impossible to hear but there, and urgent, and powering through the noise of the city or the sea. More

Writer’s Brock – Wet World 2

This is an account of a disastrous sailing trip Dylan James Brock took in June 2011. View Part 1 here 2 Before the captain bought the forty-one foot sailboat in May 2011, it was owned by a hoarder. Lucille crammed every corner of the boat’s two cabins with assorted trinkets that the captain had cleared… More

Writer’s Brock – Wet World 1

I have often found myself wishing my life were dramatic enough to make a great narrative. Moments in it were that way, but only to the extent that they offered material for a self-indulgent, episodic piece or two. Until recently, there had been no great adventure to my tale that could hold the threads together long… More

Writer’s Brock – “…monkeys throwing feces.”

I didn’t take my first writer’s workshop until I was a fifth-year junior at University of Michigan. I did not take to them right away. I had never faced the sadomasochistic barrage that is a session of such a class. There seemed to be no correlation between talent and vileness. Being able to do something… More

Writer’s Brock – “Colson!”

For a semester I took a class from a man who seemed to dislike me on sight, the writer Colson Whitehead. I was told he had  MacArthur genius grant and so I had high expectations going in.  Such status is almost on the level of Nobel prize and I came in thinking highly of man knowing… More