Michael Carey

This is not literature, although no doubt some wise guy would call it fiction.

There are moments when fiction is stranger than truth - and on occasion, it is difficult to tell the difference between them.

Despite the language of political flyers, there are not enough leftists in Alaska to fill an eight-by-twelve cabin on the banks of the Yukon.

Bill Allen made history — and not the history that appears on plaques teachers read to tykes.

Alaskans, especially single men, broke under the strain of isolation, lack of sympathy and deprivation of “home influence.”

Robert Dahl’s America has disappeared. What comes next?

Sarah Palin’s critics and enemies like to call her a has-been. They are wrong. She is not a has-been. Not yet, anyway.

He was known for his malapropisms and mixed metaphors, but in his hands they were effective as combat weapons.

As editorial page editor for the ADN, I took a number of calls from readers who threatened to sue me for libel - or, even more frequently, from those threatening to sue for “liable.”

The authorities, Alaskans wagered, knew what they were doing. This is the Alaska I entered as a boy.

Don Young did the right thing. There, I said it – possibly for the first time in my life. I feel so much better.

For an elected official, learning usually means adapting. Dave Bronson is not adapting.

Those who made the American wars in Vietnam and Afghanistan never asked an old sergeant what he knew.

Richard Wagner’s creative genius is a mystery no matter how much you read about him and his music.

Real people appear in fiction frequently — sometimes under their own name, sometimes not.