If I hadn’t read Anne Michaels’ The Winter Vault immediately after reading Michael Ondaatje’s Divisadero, would I have been so struck by what seem such strong stylistic similarities between the two writers? Perhaps not. Certainly,…
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I wore my lovely, sexy new boots several times this weekend in the city, and loved wearing them, but I left them behind in the apartment. Maybe one day I’ll bring them back here and…
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The story continues . . . Early in December, I think it was, Une Femme posted about some Fluevog boots or shoes and I, of course, clicked on that link. I spent a bit of…
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I’m going to try telling you a long story in order to tell you a short one — some of my dissatisfaction with my blog recently is that I so often abandon the stories I…
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17 or 18 years ago, in an undergraduate course in Commonwealth Literature (otherwise known as post-colonial lit.), I first read Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children. I’ll admit to finding it a hard slog, at first, densely…
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