Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve. Carol Shields Republic of Love

“Dear Life” Alice Munro

This the last of four stories published at the end of Dear Life under Finale, four works that are “not quite stories” but, rather, works “autobiographical in feeling, though not, sometimes, entirely so in fact. I believe they are the first and last — and the closest — things I have to say about my [...]

Fresh bookishness!

**Please Note: My database is pitching a hissy fit. Turns out there might be such a thing as too much bookchat after all. The oh-so-smart-coder-types are sorting out the details, and things should be back to tickety-boo later in April, but in the meantime, there’s no room for any new words on this site. Not [...]