So, here's what I'm pleased about. And you know when I start with that, I'm bound to be complaining a little later, right? But, first, the good stuff! When I was looking ahead at this reading year, I expected to include: short stories, re-reads, my MRE authors, and
Natalia Ginzburg's The City and the House (1985) Trans. Dick Davis This was Natalia Ginzburg's last published book, an epistolary work, which contains letters sent by a handful of Italian men and women who are struggling to understand their attachments to (and distances from) one another, those in
You've been filled with talk of letters since my Dear Autumn letter on the Equinox. It all began with one of my favourite collections of letters, written between two friends: Always, Rachel: The Letters of Rachel Carson and Dorothy Freeman, 1952-1964 The Story of a Remarkable Friendship (Ed. Martha Freeman,
If I could add up all the hours that I spend deciding what to read, I'd've read through Proust and Ulysses and Melville and Barshetshire and Les Mis a million times. At least. So you can see why I've spent an untoward amount of time thinking about what
I tried something different with my reading challenges for 2011. In 2010, I joined a lot that required very few reads; this year I joined only a few, but they required far more reads. Each approach has a benefit. The former is great for meeting new readers, because you're visiting
