When I last wrote here, I was partway through Teju Cole’s Open City, remarking on how much Cole’s writing reminds me of W.G. Sebald’s and discovering (with some embarrassment) that I was far from the…
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After years of not using the public library, relying instead on the academic libraries of my grad schools and then of the university I taught at, I finally renewed my membership at the library in…
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A friend pointed out to me the other day that, with the end of June, we were already halfway through 2016. The observation gave me pause. Pater and I have done so much already in…
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I can’t tell you how much I’m regretting some of the promises I made around here. Neck deep in packing and everything else that goes with moving, I’m more inclined to read murder mysteries* than…
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In the more than two weeks since I last posted, I’ve read a couple of books: first, the (very) light A Paris Apartment by Michelle Gable. It’s well-written, and the frame story is interesting enough —…
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