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February 10, 2016
by Matt Seidel
I tucked a copy of Suzanne Berne’s latest, The Dogs of Littlefield, under my arm before being tugged out the door by my basset hound.
February 5, 2016
There is nothing I want less than to read from a tablet — the thought of doing so irritates me irrationally — and I’ve begun to wonder if my attachment to the physical book has anything to do with an attachment to my father, or at least my memory of him.
February 3, 2016
The premise is just too broad — crude and adolescent. The details with which she draws her character — the hair, the wife, the tan — feel overblown and cartoonish. There’s no room for subtlety or irony.
February 2, 2016
Irish playwright Seán O’Casey called him “the jesting poet with a radiant star in his coxcomb.” Eugene O’Neill asked him to name his children. James Joyce asked him to complete Finnegans Wake should Joyce himself go blind.
January 28, 2016
by Matt Seidel
The tales are less psychological than physiological; how a character thinks matters less than how a body moves, or perishes.
January 25, 2016
by Edan Lepucki
In figuring out my own reading resolutions, I realized how much fun it is to hear about what others plan to read this year.
January 21, 2016
We would decidedly not meet the tenants in person. This was business in the modern world: we would be decent and respectful landlords, responsive but disembodied. Nothing more nothing less.
January 20, 2016
Listed for $338,000, at that moment the lowest price in the city, the house was called a “contractor’s special;” two of its three bedrooms were qualified on the listing agent’s half-assed flier as “legality unknown.” When we went to the open house, the same agent eyed my eight-months-pregnant stomach and advised me to cover my mouth and nose before stepping inside.
January 19, 2016
This year, my resolution is simple: to drink profusely of the written word. I will pass along good books; I will write reviews; I will read excerpts in my classes with my students. I will work to cultivate in my community a love for reading.
December 29, 2015
by Angela Qian
All readers are familiar with the sensation of falling into a book. By their very nature, books invite you to immerse yourself in the world they have constructed. When it comes to a book in another language, however, such immersion feels both familiar and alien.