What a delight to be invited to the #1970Club party and to bring Mavis Gallant as my guest. The quintessential short story writer published her novel A Fairly Good Time in 1970. The first chapter is a letter from Shirley Perrigny’s mother, a slippery few pages that spill from
The Ursula K. Le Guin Prize for Fiction lodged in my mind because I really loved its inaugural winner: Kadija Abdalla Bajaber’s The House of Rust when I first read it. Bill and I read it again earlier this year, while anticipating the announcement of this year’s shortlisted books.
Whenever I see someone working on their Classics Spin projects, I wonder whether I would be more dedicated to this kind of reading if I approached it with a plan: of course I would be. But this isn’t much different than knowing it would be better to walk around
A couple weeks ago, I shared some recent short story reading, but right now I’m thinking about reading the final stories in Margaret Atwood’s Dancing Girls. And how I’ll soon read the next section from her newest collection Old Babes in the Wood. But this
When I first read Moments of Truth, when it was new, I’d only read a two or three of the authors/books she discusses. And reading it was more like skimming, because I was just as spoiler-phobic then. This time, the essays have felt more inviting, more comfortable and, at least
