Tag Archives: fire

Avoiding The Road, 31 Years

Posted on February 4, 2021 by Brenton Dickieson

For fifteen years I have avoided The Road. Perhaps longer. I did not need the book description to know that I would avoid reading it. I picked it up, held it in my hand, and I knew. It was Cormac … Continue reading →

Posted in Reflections, Reviews | Tagged Blood Diamonds, books, Cormac McCarthy, Death, father, fire, Post, The Kite Runner, The Pursuit of Happiness, The Road, The Walking Dead | 6 Comments

Why I Didn’t Finish IT as a Teen

Posted on September 19, 2017 by Brenton Dickieson

I was a couple of years older than the kids in IT when I picked it up the first time. The novel is filled with sexual content, gory violence, and profanity—very little of which was carried over to the Hollywood … Continue reading →

Posted in Creative Writing, Thoughtful Essays | Tagged Carrie, fantasy, fire, Horror, IT, mimesis, realism, Stephen King, The Dark Half, The Dark Tower, The Eyes of the Dragon, The Green Mile, The Shining, The Stand | 14 Comments

On the Alberta Wildfires

Posted on May 6, 2016 by Brenton Dickieson

What the news clips and youtube videos cannot capture for us is the smell. I watched my own home burn, my childhood home disappear to flames–and with it half of my family. There is heat that makes your skin pucker, and … Continue reading →

Posted in Reflections | Tagged Alberta Wildfire, charity, fire, Fort McMurray FIre, refugees | 14 Comments

Avoiding The Road. The 25th Anniversary.

Posted on February 5, 2015 by Brenton Dickieson

For nine years I have avoided The Road. Perhaps longer. I did not need the book description to know that I would avoid reading it. I picked it up, held it in my hand, and I knew. There was a little … Continue reading →

Posted in Reflections, Reviews | Tagged Blood Diamonds, books, Cormac McCarthy, Death, father, fire, Post, The Kite Runner, The Pursuit of Happiness, The Road, The Walking Dead | 24 Comments

Avoiding The Road

Posted on February 4, 2014 by Brenton Dickieson

For seven years I have avoided The Road. Perhaps longer. I did not need the book description to know that I would avoid reading it. I picked it up, held it in my hand, and I knew. There was a … Continue reading →