As I begin re-reading Chapter 11 of “The Story about the Shoes,” the section of Elena Ferrante’s My Brilliant Friend recounting the girls’ adolescence, I see the easy temptation to think poorly of Lenù for…
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I’m sorry, but I’m going to be cheating a bit for this post. I’m short on words and long on photographs right now and trying to figure out how best to take advantages of Five…
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First of all, Context. I mean, it’s the Colosseum. Yes, it’s just sitting there, down the end of a street I access a few blocks from my hotel, and it’s been there, well, almost forever,…
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Now that I’m settled in our temporary home in Bordeaux, where I don’t feel the same need I did in Rome to get out of a hotel room and gobble up the city, I’ll see…
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Hello from Bordeaux! I flew here from Rome on Saturday — thank you, RyanAir, who did a surprisingly decent job for a budget airline (I’d paid for an extra bag, just in case, but didn’t…
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