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So where was I? Ah, yes, I’ve managed to move my catch-up from First, to Second. . . and that only took me three weeks. Time to get to Third base here, and that’s the…
View PostSo where was I? Ah, yes, I’ve managed to move my catch-up from First, to Second. . . and that only took me three weeks. Time to get to Third base here, and that’s the…
View PostOkay, let’s follow up last post’s “First” with at least one more ordinal . . . . For “second,” I give you Nancy Huston’s Infrared. I’ll say right away that this would not be the…
View PostAfter I’ve finished a book, I don’t put it back on the shelf until I’ve registered something about it on this reading blog. Occasionally I manage to write several hundred words of response, analysis, perhaps…
View PostSixty pages in, I’m loving J.J. Lee’s The Measure of a Man: The Story of a Father, a Son, and a Suit. Precise, lyrical writing that moves between sections on cultural history (of men’s wear…
View PostPhotos taken in Belleville, 2011 — posted about here and here and here I’m reading Nancy Huston’s Infrared, following its rather densely interior narrative (I’ll contradict myself, I suppose, in mentioning its descriptions of Florence, of Italian art,…
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