From these ten books alone, anyone might conclude that “we” have a lot of antiques and tigers, typewriters and troubled sisters, and that we all wear sandals with socks in Canada. (I am not a fan: if it’s cold enough for socks, it’s too cold for sandals.) Moving from
At the beginning of the past eight Novembers, I have thought how long a month is, when you’re thinking about a single author over the course of 30 days; at the end of each of those Novembers, I have thought how short it is, this time we have together.
In the first week of rereading, I mentioned that what I remembered of my first reading was that it was fast and seemingly steady; I had forgotten all the different types of narratives (the newspaper articles and the excerpts from Laura’s novel) and remembered only Iris. One reason for
I can’t tell whether I enjoyed “Airborne” for its own sake—hanging out with these older women who’ve been friends for so long—or because it resonated so strongly for me with the new memoir by her longtime friend, Canadian writer Susan Swan, which I read this summer, Big Girls Don’t
Before we move into the final week, do enjoy these recent MARMers’ posts: Bill’s of The Journals of Susanna Moodie (1970), Bron’s of “Freeforall” from Old Babes in the Wood (2022), and MmeBibi’s of Dearly (2020). I’ve started to reread Lady Oracle, so I enjoyed reading in Book of
