Summer 2019, In My Reading Log

2019-08-27T13:41:48-05:00

In Iris Murdoch’s Henry and Cato (1976), Henry Marshalson inherits the family estate when his brother Sandy dies. Henry returns to the home where his mother Gerda still lives, with her kinda-sycophantic admirer, Lucius. Cato lives nearby. So does Colette. Stephanie does not, but, because of her pre-existing

Summer 2019, In My Reading Log2019-08-27T13:41:48-05:00

Summer 2019, In My Notebook

2019-08-27T12:56:24-05:00

This year I added another writer to my MRE list. In truth, he was one of the writers whose stories provoked that kind of MustReadEverything commitment early on, but I didn’t have a word for it yet. Authors who told the kind of stories that I wanted on my

Summer 2019, In My Notebook2019-08-27T12:56:24-05:00

August 2019, In My Bookbag

2019-08-27T12:04:16-05:00

In which there is talk of the slim stories which have travelled with me within the city. While bulkier volumes stayed home. Like Robertson Davies' Murther and Walking Spirits (1991). And Nazanine Hozar's Aria (2019). These are awkward travelling companions: thick and heavy But some of the skinnies in

August 2019, In My Bookbag2019-08-27T12:04:16-05:00

Mavis Gallant’s “The Assembly”

2019-08-07T11:07:51-05:00

This is one of those strange Paris-soaked stories that I imagine Mavis Gallant writing on an afternoon in a café when she has had too many cups of espresso. When she is in that creative mode where every gesture seen, every syllable overheard, every small intimacy observed between strangers

Mavis Gallant’s “The Assembly”2019-08-07T11:07:51-05:00