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

M.L. Stedman’s The Light Between Oceans (2012)

“She’s a beauty all right,” said Tom, taking in the giant lens, far taller than himself, atop the rotating pedestal: a palace of prisms like a beehive made from glass. It was the very heart of Janus, all light and clarity and silence.”

Janus is a small isolated island off the west coast of Australia, [...]

Elizabeth Jolley: Spare Little Novels?

That’s what the LA Times calls The Newspaper of Claremont Street: “Every word of this spare little novel is right.”

(You could say the same of Miss Peabody’s Inheritance, which I read earlier this year; this is the only other of her novels on my shelf, so I’m not sure if she is known for [...]

On Being Cloned, Trapped and Lonely

B.I.P.’s Snips are short-hand responses to works; I usually opt for this format when I’ve read the book without taking many (or any) notes.

Kate Wilhelm’s Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang (1976)

Read: Mostly over breakfast, home-baked muffins or bakery-bought rugelach with coffee, perched on a stool in the kitchen, mostly on sunny days, the [...]