Et en français, nous avons. . .
This is a fly-by visit (or is that flyover?) just to note the two French novels I read this summer so that I can move them back to the bookshelf. Françoise Sagan’s Bonjour Tristesse is wonderfully…
View PostThis is a fly-by visit (or is that flyover?) just to note the two French novels I read this summer so that I can move them back to the bookshelf. Françoise Sagan’s Bonjour Tristesse is wonderfully…
View PostOkay, let’s follow up last post’s “First” with at least one more ordinal . . . . For “second,” I give you Nancy Huston’s Infrared. I’ll say right away that this would not be the…
View PostPhotos taken in Belleville, 2011 — posted about here and here and here I’m reading Nancy Huston’s Infrared, following its rather densely interior narrative (I’ll contradict myself, I suppose, in mentioning its descriptions of Florence, of Italian art,…
View PostWarning: this one’s a quick-and-dirty response (not a review). . . . Kobo, Kindle and other e-readers make a big deal of the free library that comes with one’s purchase — although there’s no question…
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