7,000 words . . . and then some
that title, you’ll see, refers to the 7 pictures, presumably worth 1000 words each . . . So it’s three weeks or so since I last wrote here. Thanksgiving weekend, I burrowed my way through…
View Postthat title, you’ll see, refers to the 7 pictures, presumably worth 1000 words each . . . So it’s three weeks or so since I last wrote here. Thanksgiving weekend, I burrowed my way through…
View PostIt was purely coincidence that the novel I read directly after I read Sebald’s The Emigrants should be Colm Tóibín’s Brooklyn, but the two invite some worthwhile comparison. Although the reasons for the diaspora of…
View PostI hope to get to a very brief review, soon, of Colm Toibin’s Brooklyn, a wonderfully slow-and-careful examination of em/immigration that compares in some interesting ways with my last book, Sebald’s The Emigrants. Have any…
View PostWhen I began this blog, it was primarily intended as a commitment to myself to take time to record and, hopefully, to reflect on my reading rather than simply to chomp through pages that I…
View PostNow that classes have started, it’s less and less likely that I’ll ever get round to writing anything more than a mention of my most recent reading — in the last few weeks of summer,…
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