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A Shelf of One's Own
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Friday, January 23, 2015. I’m reading the journal of Katherine Mansfield. Every so often reading gives you a jolt of recognition or kinship: some kind of connection to the absent voice. This morning I read:. January 22. Weather worse than ever. At tea-time I surprised myself by breaking down. I simply felt for a moment overcome with anguish and came upstairs and put my head on the black cushion. My longing for cities engrosses me. Why is this true about diaries and not Facebook? Support her work here.
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A Shelf of One's Own: July 2014
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Monday, July 28, 2014. Q]uietly, as the hour of prayer'. I read the collection over Easter, in small chunks, when I was A.’s house in Reading. The quietness of this year’s Easter in the suburbs of a mid-size southern English town, the sporadic showers, and the wavering light, was the perfect setting. From ‘Trilobites’: ‘Far off, somebody chops wood, and the ax-bites echo back to me. The hillsides are baked here and have heat ghosts.’. Here’s the essay. That got me started. Shelf of One's Own. Describes t...
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A Shelf of One's Own: September 2013
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Thursday, September 26, 2013. It’s the night before the move, and I’ve just taken a last stroll around the Radcliffe Camera. Hardly anyone there, but a party of Spanish bankers calling affectionately at each other. Oxford is soaked in nostalgia, and my dose has arrived early. I'm not going far, nor am I going to move to a radically different environment. I swap bogs for fens. I’m looking through Brideshead. There aren’t any, I suppose. Shelf of One's Own. Wednesday, September 25, 2013. Shelf of One's Own.
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A Shelf of One's Own: August 2014
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Friday, August 29, 2014. Why Keep a Good Woman Down? Why is ‘women’s writing’ a category? Does it have any purchase? I’ve been arguing with myself about this (again) this week. After catching the last dramatizations of Elizabeth Jane Howard's Cazalet Chronicles. On Radio 4, I’ve been looking for the books in charity shops ever since. Finding the first three books this week ( The Light Years. Has meant that I’ve finally been able to give them a go. 8216;I can go after things just as much as you.’. Labels:...
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A Shelf of One's Own: Blast-beruffled plumes
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Monday, November 17, 2014. I’ve returned to Minnesota to find it transformed into a Brueghel painting. Our hunters are gone north or even south, wherever there are more deer. This has been a bad year for deer, threatened by the cold of last year’s polar vortex and the high population of coyotes, which now carry a bounty on their heads. I leant upon a coppice gate. When Frost was spectre-grey,. And Winter's dregs made desolate. The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky. His happy goo...
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A Shelf of One's Own: Gazing as a form of love
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Friday, September 12, 2014. Gazing as a form of love. George Saunders has been on my shelf since I picked up his latest collection, Tenth of December. In a small thrift shop in Grand Marais on the north shore this last January during the Polar Vortex. Tenth of December. Is my first introduction to Saunders who, while ubiquitously praised by critics and literary journals, is largely unknown in Britain. 8216;Stood looking up at house, sad. Thought: Why sad? Oops Had he said small package. And just stood th...
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Notes From the Bedside Table: YAY for THE PENDERWICKS!
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Saturday, December 20, 2014. YAY for THE PENDERWICKS! Monday morning, we'll have an extra second of daylight. When the nights are so long, when you need to feel a little less lonely or need a little more light in your life, stories can help. And.Ta DAH:. The Penderwicks are coming, the Penderwicks are coming! Oh, how I have missed them. I just finished Penderwicks in Spring. The penultimate book in the series, and I am already sad that there is only one more to come, probably in two years. Or a sick day.
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Notes From the Bedside Table: April 2014
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Friday, April 18, 2014. Gabrielle Zevin on tour for The Storied Life of A. J. Fikry. Sunrise was at 6:15 am, sunset will be at 8:03 pm. Here is some of our staff at Eagle Harbor Book Company. In the black hat) and her new book, The Storied Life of A. J. Fikry. For his work in writing and teaching poetry on the island.). Gabrielle signing books. Some have chicken stickers! All for Kids Books and Music often had an undertone of wet diaper! And it wasn't unpleasant! The Storied Life of A. J. Fikry. Booksell...
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Notes From the Bedside Table: November 2014
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Monday, November 24, 2014. Sunrise was at 7:28, sunset was at 4:24. What a rainy day it was. Water rushing down both sides of Rainier at 6:15 am. Four feet out from the curbs on both sides, water streaming down all the streets and parking lots to add to the depths, the drains completely overwhelmed, more water going over the drains than into them. All I could think of was “rain gardens, rain gardens, rain gardens”! Well, it's a good thing the ferry just stops. By Cathleen Davitt Bell. There is sex, decep...
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A Shelf of One's Own: Eastern promises II
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Monday, October 6, 2014. James Wood may not practice the sexy theoretical criticism of the academy, but for all his critical conservatism, he’s an animal which may soon become extinct: a Critic. Unafraid to draw attention to an emperor’s nudity (his review of David Mitchell’s Bone Clocks. In the New Yorker. And Wood’s essay on Lázsló Kraznahorkai in 2011 alerted me to the Hungarian writer’s work. I’ve finally read Kraznahoraki’s first novel, Sátántango. One could write essays on Sátántango. I imagine som...
