In eleventh-grade English class, we studied "Oedipus Rex" and I fell in love with the idea that a story so old could still be compelling. But the idea of reading these classic texts outside a classroom seemed unthinkable. You know how some books become all-the-more intimidating the longer you leave
When Scarlett, the sequel to Gone with the Wind that the Margaret Mitchell Estate authorized, was published in 1991, the world of books was abuzz. Nobody had heard of Alexandra Ripley, but everybody wanted to know what happened to Scarlett. Somehow I missed news of the publication of Alice Randall's
Emma Donoghue’s Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins NY: HarperCollins, 1997. “When young writers write to me about following in the footsteps of those who string together nouns and verbs for a living, I tell them this: every story has already been told,” said Anna Quindlen, delivering the
