A week ago today, Pater and I were in a completely different climate (it’s 18 Celsius there today, apparently!) wandering through the foodie’s paradise that is San Francisco’s Saturday Ferry Market. We sampled a few…
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Isn’t that a sumptuously melancholy title? So indulgent . . . And yet the novel doesn’t wallow in melancholy nor nostalgia, rather examining the past, remembering a bright adolescent Jewish lesbian girl’s coming-of-age in 1970s…
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First book of the year was Kate Atkinson’s Started Early, Took My Dog — title rivals Atkinson’s last Jackson Brodie novel, When Will There Be Good News. I’m such a fan of this series (four…
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I seem to be as alert to the quirky details as I am to the historically or aesthetically significant when I visit a new place. My eye instantly messaged my hand to the camera as…
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Many things are great about the place we’re hanging out right now, but the Wifi connection is not one of them . . . Speed this morning has been between 1 and 11 mbps, not…
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