When I last wrote here, I was partway through Teju Cole’s Open City, remarking on how much Cole’s writing reminds me of W.G. Sebald’s and discovering (with some embarrassment) that I was far from the…
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After years of not using the public library, relying instead on the academic libraries of my grad schools and then of the university I taught at, I finally renewed my membership at the library in…
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A friend pointed out to me the other day that, with the end of June, we were already halfway through 2016. The observation gave me pause. Pater and I have done so much already in…
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A month after I last posted on Elena Ferrante’s four-volume Neapolitan series, and there’s no longer any point in pretending that I will be able to write what I’d once hoped to. Goofily, however, I’m…
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I know, I know . . . But just popping my head in to say that if you followed my earlier suggestions to read John Farrow’s wonderful Emile Cinq-Mars’ mysteries, mostly set in Montreal, you…
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