Eating our way through San Francisco . . .
Let me begin my post on eating with a photo of my cycling in Yountville — and mad props to Pater for setting this one up — I’d have sworn (based on much experience!) that…
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Silence is Golden . . . and my Eyes Still See . . .
Not only am I trying to make some headway on an article I’m supposed to be writing (Research Leave isn’t all about traipsing around lovely new cities, after all), but I spent the weekend with…
View PostPrivileged, or Saturday Morning at 8:48 AM
A week ago today, Pater and I were in a completely different climate (it’s 18 Celsius there today, apparently!) wandering through the foodie’s paradise that is San Francisco’s Saturday Ferry Market. We sampled a few…
View PostEdeet Ravel’s Your Sad Eyes and Unforgettable Mouth
Isn’t that a sumptuously melancholy title? So indulgent . . . And yet the novel doesn’t wallow in melancholy nor nostalgia, rather examining the past, remembering a bright adolescent Jewish lesbian girl’s coming-of-age in 1970s…
View PostKate Atkinson’s Started Early, Took My Dog
First book of the year was Kate Atkinson’s Started Early, Took My Dog — title rivals Atkinson’s last Jackson Brodie novel, When Will There Be Good News. I’m such a fan of this series (four…
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