I’m working on a post about Anne Michaels’ The Winter Vault, but meanwhile, a quick catch-up (story of my blogging life, truly) toward wrapping up this year’s reading. First, Joseph Boyden’s Through Black Spruce —…
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Once again, I’m trying to catch up to my writing so that I can get on with my reading. And I’m reminding myself that my only commitment is to record what I’ve read; no demand…
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We’ve had at least three days of Wind Warning here over the last week — blustery rain-filled days just made for staying inside and reading. I took advantage of a break between marking to read…
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that title, you’ll see, refers to the 7 pictures, presumably worth 1000 words each . . . So it’s three weeks or so since I last wrote here. Thanksgiving weekend, I burrowed my way through…
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It was purely coincidence that the novel I read directly after I read Sebald’s The Emigrants should be Colm Tóibín’s Brooklyn, but the two invite some worthwhile comparison. Although the reasons for the diaspora of…
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