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

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

Overflow for #1965Club Reading

2019-05-03T11:51:34-05:00

When you have 8,409 books on your TBR list, the smallest detail can boost a handful of them to the top of the stack. Which feels tremendously specific. And terrifically random. So when Karen and Simon chose 1965 as their next reading year inspiration, a few books presented themselves

Overflow for #1965Club Reading2019-05-03T11:51:34-05:00