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

Words and Musings


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)

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 Legacy of Modernism in Contemporary Literature

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

Conversation with novelist Lucy Corin

Book Reviews:


Windows Beneath the Street“, Trouvaille Review

Pre-Dawn“, Zero Readers

D.W. White is a graduate of the M.F.A. Creative Writing program at Otis College in Los Angeles, and was a Fellow at Stony Brook University’s BookEnds program for the 2020-2021 year. He is currently seeking representation for his first novel, The Seachamber, a literary work exploring a young woman’s consciousness across a five-day confrontation between her inner ambition and the constraints of family.

He is the Founding Editor of L’Esprit Literary Review, and serves as Fiction Editor and Excerpts Editor for West Trade Review literary journal, where he also contributes critical essays and book reviews. His writing further appears in The Florida Review, Another Chicago Magazine, The Review of UnContemporary Fiction, The Rupture, 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 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

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