If you travel in writing circles on social media, you’ve probably seen the “nine books that shaped me” meme that has been circulating in recent weeks. On the website myninebooks.com, you can enter the names of your nine favorite literary works (or any other book) and it will pull up a cover image of each of the books, arrange them in a three-by-three grid, and allow you to save and download the image if you wish, or share a link to your grid on your favorite social platform. (Make your own book grid.)
I put together my list from memory in a few minutes, and if I had it to do over again I might remove one to make room for The Grapes of Wrath, but it would be tough to decide which to cut. Anyway, here’s my grid and, because I can’t just blithely post a grid without presenting an argument for why I think these books merit my attention, below the image is my summary of why these books matter to me.
Last week, The Itch Lit published a 10-question interview with me about memory, inherited beliefs, storytelling, and what I’ve learned from writing nonfiction, among other things. You can read it here.
The Itch Lit is relatively new to the online literary scene. On its about page, the editors describe it as “an online literary magazine devoted to the stories, poems, and essays that won’t leave us alone. We believe the best writing follows readers home, tugs at their sleeves, and demands another look.”
I’m grateful to The Itch Lit for publishing my creative nonfiction piece “Killing Machine” last June. This up-and-coming magazine is publishing some captivating writing. Check it out.
Remembering Missouri writer Jack Conroy, instigator of the proletarian writer movement of the Great Depression
Who could imagine, in these times, that my beloved deep-red home state of Missouri once harbored one of the leaders of a radical, left-wing literary movement that gave rise to some of the late twentieth century’s most acclaimed writers?
In the heart of Little Dixie, a self-taught writer’s words took him from the rubble and rabble of Monkey Nest, a coal mining village just outside my hometown of Moberly, Missouri, to literary fame during the Great Depression. Jack Conroy‘s novel about the working class, called The Disinherited, took him to the pinnacle, but too quickly he fell into neglected writer status. Too independent for Communist Party orthodoxy, Conroy butted heads with what he called the “New York intelligentsia,” and eventually his brand of Heartland socialism fell out of favor. I hope my recent essay about Conroy will help raise awareness of his crucial role in creating an important literary movement in America.
I was acquainted with Keith and his work from social media, but since the publication of Bad Intentions, I’ve dug into much more of his phenomenal writing. Following a 40-plus-year career as a newspaper journalist that started when he was in high school, Keith turned to the world of fiction writing in 2019. That background no doubt contributes to his talents as a fiction writer, and his experience as a crime reporter provided him with ample training as a writer of crime fiction.
He’s the author of two mystery/crime novels: That October, a 1980s-era coming-of-age novel published in 2025, and Seven Angels, published this summer, about a young woman who returns to her hometown to run the family funeral home business and discovers how much it’s changed–for the worse. He’s also the co-author of the true crime book The Westside Park Murders: Muncie’s Most Notorious Cold Case, which, as he notes in a recent blog post, continues to attract attention five years after publication. He’s a regular contributor to the crime/mystery/thriller hub CrimeReads, and has had short stories published widely, including as part of a new anthology, Daydream Believer: Crime Stories Inspired by the Songs of the Monkees! from Shotgun Honey Books.
Like others of his vintage (including me), Keith grew up in the golden age of Baby Boomer/Generation Jones pop culture, the pre-internet era of 1960s, 1970s, and 1980s TV, movies, comics books, and music. His interest in horror movies and magazines, true crime, haunted houses, and other strange phenomena heavily influence his writing.
As we enter spooky season, it seems fitting to feature Keith in this venue. Read on to learn more about his writing origins, influences, and projects.
Here are links to five bits of writing that recently captured my attention. They all have something to do with writing. Maybe you’ll get something out of one or two of them. Happy reading.
The Paris Review on discovering new writers. One of the legendary and upper-echelon literary magazines, The Paris Review, opened for submissions yesterday (Thursday, October 1), and to mark the occasion–and perhaps to encourage unknown writers–Owen Park, the magazine’s assistant editor, wrote about “the journey a piece can take from the slush pile into our pages.” From this piece, I learned that Philip Roth was among the literary luminaries who once submitted unsolicited manuscripts to this august publication. Others have also found their way into The Paris Review, as Park reports.
Why I’ve Stopped Submitting My Stories to Literary Magazines is an essay by writer Mary Felice, who describes herself as “a novelist at heart” and who posted this not in any literary magazine but on her Substack page, which is appropriate, given the subject and the nature of Substack. In the piece, she points out that literary magazines usually don’t pay, that it takes a lot of time and effort to submit, that it won’t advance her literary goals, etc. It’s worth a read, even if you don’t agree with everything she has to say.
Remembering Annie Dillard. The New York Times Magazine‘s Same Anderson writes (gift link) that Dillard, the brilliant memoirist, essayist, and novelist who died last month, was “a sort of drill sergeant of human consciousness: determined, always, to force herself, and others, to see.”
Running the writer’s race. In “This Side of the Finish Line,” writer Nancy Jorgenson discusses her ambitious goal of writing 52 essays this year in the form of an athlete’s mid-year progress report to a fictitious coach. The result is an enjoyable and insightful essay that even less ambitious writers (like myself) can relate to.
Farewell to another fine and beloved literary magazine.The Argyle Literary Magazine‘s final issue dropped at the end of September. Another fine literary magazine, and home to three pieces of my writing, is going away. The editors plan to go permanently offline December 15, so read the final issue soon! While you’re there, visit the archives for many splendid works of art, prose, and poetry.
