Fiction and Criticism Beyond Convention

D. W. White

“I want to write something new–something extraordinary and beautiful and simple and intricately patterned.”

-f. scott fitzgerald


I am about to write soemthing good: something rich, & deep, & fluent & hard as nails, while bright as diamonds.

–Virignia woolf



La Neige (excerpt of The Nunnery)

Tritogeneia (excerpt of The Seachamber)

Commentary on Tritogeneia

To The Dressing Room (excerpt of The Seachamber)

Bibamus, Moriendum Est (excerpt of The Winemakers)

Madeleine, Entre-Deux-Mondes (excerpt of The Winemakers) *Pushcart Prize Nominee

The Trouble With Books

The Usurpation

Just Like The Night

Before September


Critical Essay on Methods of Rendering Consciousness in Ulysses

Critical Essay on Point of View in Works of Rachel Cusk

Critical Essay on the Legacy of Modernism in Contemporary Literature

Critical Essay on Emily Hall’s The Longcut and First-Person Consciousness

Critical Essay on Novels of Renata Adler

Critical Essay on Virginia Woolf’s Night and Day *Pushcart Prize Nominee

Conversation with novelist Lucy Corin

Book Reviews:


Windows Beneath the Street“, Trouvaille Review

Pre-Dawn“, Zero Readers

D. W. White writes consciousness-forward fiction and criticism. He is a graduate of the M.F.A. Creative Writing program at Otis College in Los Angeles and Stony Brook University’s BookEnds Fellowship.

He is the Founding Editor of L’Esprit Literary Review, and serves as Fiction Editor and Excerpts Editor for West Trade Review, where he also contributes critical essays and book reviews. His writing further appears in 3:AM, The Florida Review, Another Chicago Magazine, Necessary Fiction, and Chicago Review of Books, among several other publications.

A Chicago ex-pat, he now lives in Long Beach, California, where he teaches writing at Otis College and frequents the beach to hide from writer’s block. He is on Twitter @dwhitethewriter.



Twitter: @dwhitethewriter

Perhaps, he said, we are all like animals in a zoo, and once we see that one of us has gotten out of the enclosure, we shout at him to run like mad, even though it will only result in him becoming lost.

Rachel Cusk, Outline