Author Archives: Peter Selgin

About Peter Selgin

Peter Selgin is the author of Drowning Lessons, winner of the 2007 Flannery O’Connor Award for Fiction, Life Goes to the Movies, a novel, two books on the craft of fiction, and several children’s books. His memoir, Confessions of a Left-Handed Man, was short-listed for the William Saroyan International Prize. His latest novel, The Water Master, won the William Faulkner Society Prize, selected by Random House Senior Editor Will Murphy. His work has won the Missouri Review Editors’ Prize, the Dana Award, six Best American Essay notable essay citations, and two selections for the Best American series. A second memoir, The Inventors, is forthcoming from Hawthorne Books in April of 2016. He teaches at Antioch University’s MFA program and is Assistant Professor of Creative Writing at Georgia College & State University.

Publication Day

Three important events mark this date of April 15: 1. On this day 97 years ago, the Titanic struck an iceberg and sank, taking over 1200 souls with her. 2. Income taxes, in case you don’t already know, are due. … Continue reading

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The Virgin of Crete

From an old notebook, Chania, Crete, May, 1996: “Talk will save us.”—Bitsy “Bitsy”—that’s the name she went by. A professor of English and history on leave from a U.S. Navy supply ship at port in Sondra. We’d been together less … Continue reading

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The Ship That Keeps on Sinking

In the mid 1990’s, Franklin, my therapist, suggested that I do a self-portrait of myself as a naked child. The assignment was designed to liberate an innocent, joyful, spontaneous spirit from the anxious, striving, and self-conscious man I had, by … Continue reading

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After the Planet Uranus

She was a good-looking woman, though I didn’t appreciate it at the time. Greek. Ourania, her name. After the planet Uranus, third largest and seventh from the sun. Pronounced: ooh-ray-née-yah. Small, dark, petite. She came into the snack bar of … Continue reading

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