Articles by Lydia Kiesling

October 1, 2009

Infinite Summer: Reading D.F.W. in Concert 0

The Infinite Summer online book club, brain child of Matthew Baldwin, has finally completed Infinite Jest.  To celebrate, they are reading Dracula.  Steven Lowman briefly interviews Baldwin at the Washington Post blog Short Stack.

September 28, 2009

Modern Library Revue: #78 Kim 11

Kipling, I have observed, is catnip to gentlemen over a certain age; how far they are over that age determines how much they own up to his allure.

September 21, 2009

#16: Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides 0

At the center of this story Jeffrey Eugenides has placed the two great standards of the human race: a pair of genitals, and a heart.

September 2, 2009

The Lion, The Witch and Ishiguro 3

The surprise in a large part of Kazuo Ishiguro’s work is that he changes the very quality of the world in some subtle but deeply alarming way.

September 1, 2009

Books and Bankruptcy 0

McSweeney’s has a personal account of the end of an antiquarian book business.  This is a bummer (the bankruptcy, not the writing of Bill Cotter, a very pleasant man to whom I once tried to sell a book).  (Via).

September 1, 2009

Personals, for the Bookish 4

Stephen Gertz compares American and British literary personals at the Fine Books Magazine blog.

September 1, 2009

Books for Problematic Times 0

Read and submit a “book for problematic times,” a blogger’s response to Newsweek’s uninspired 50 Books for Our Times.

August 17, 2009

Summer of My Discontent 13

Sometimes I read a novel that drags and before long I have spurned books in favor of internet television, Calvin and Hobbes, and puerile blogs.

July 23, 2009

Modern Library Revue: #20 Native Son 4

Wright’s pacing is brilliant. It starts hard. It’s a realistic sort of pace. It doesn’t get easier as the novel goes on, but things get explained.

July 15, 2009

Modern Library Revue: #15 To the Lighthouse 5

To write this installment of Modern Revue, I located and reread the copy of To the Lighthouse I had in college. The shock that the novel delivered to my booze-sodden collegiate nervous system is demonstrable. My copy looks like a creature, bristling with orange post-its. Obscure marginal notes abound, many of which are enormously insightful. […]