Joshua Clark

Joshua Clark, founder of Light of New Orleans Publishing, edited Louisiana in Words, French Quarter Fiction, and other books, and his writing and photographs appear in many newspapers and magazines. He covered New Orleans in Katrina's aftermath for Salon.com and National Public Radio.

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Try it. Right now. Picture the lights going off in the room you’re sitting in. The computer, the air conditioning, phones, everything. Then the people, every last person in your building, on the street outside, the entire neighborhood, vanished. With them go all noises: chitchat, coughs, cars, and that wordless, almost impalpable hum of a city. And animals: no dogs, no birds, not even a cricket’s legs rubbing together, not even a smell. Now bump it up to 95 degrees. Turn your radio on...

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Heart Like Water, A New Book By Reporter Joshua Clark

A look at Heart Like Water, written by Joshua Clark.

My Life in 8 Words

Author Revealed

Q. What is your motto or maxim?

A. Do.

Q. Which living person do you most admire?

A. Anyone who has returned to New Orleans, and all those that are not able to.

Q. What is your biggest pet peeve?

A. People who would rather be an unnecessary critic, than a supporter of someone.

Q. What’s your best quality?

A. Not being an asshole sometimes.

Q. What is your greatest achievement?

A. Giving people voice through my words.

Author Voices

March 17, 2009

Finally I cry. When for so long there was no time but to hold tight to the smile. Four years after the planes fell out of an ordinary September sky and the fire came to America, the water came to New Orleans. This time, sky shook the Earth, ocean rose above the land, and water filled eight-tenths of our city like it does the human heart.

 

Clouds shifting through attic roofs, through all the holes that could only have been made with little fists from the inside. The moaning houses, once homes, people crawling through them, collapsed like cardboard boxes, upon their first return. An amethyst sky holding its line against ash land once... see more

November 11, 2008

Finally I cry. When for so long there was no time but to hold tight to the smile. Four years after the planes fell out of an ordinary September sky and the fire came to America, the water came to New Orleans. This time, sky shook the Earth, ocean rose above the land, and water filled eight-tenths of our city like it does the human heart. Clouds shifting through attic roofs, through all the holes that could only have been made with little fists from the inside. The moaning houses, once homes, people crawling through them, collapsed like cardboard boxes, upon their first return. An amethyst sky holding its line against ash land once towns, barren and... see more

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