I’ve just finished Jhumpa Lahiri’s marvellous memoir about learning and living in Italian, a memoir she felt compelled to write in Italian (but which has been translated to English by Ann Goldstein who is best…
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Just popping my head in to empty my suitcase, do a load of laundry, and pack up again for another week or two away (okay, that’s all really just metaphorical, extending my little fiction that…
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Because we’re in temporary quarters for the summer, my tendency to orient towards goals of productivity is in danger of being seriously thwarted. I know that this can be a good thing. Slow down, smell…
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I’m feeling oddly recalcitrant about the blog at the moment. I suspect it’s because, having made some steps toward more social activities, I’m wanting to be more selfish about the time that I’m on my…
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This photo, which I took yesterday at dusk, captures some of what I’ve been feeling lately: a sense of, to use my big words, liminal plenitude. An almost paradisical fullness here, beauty and comfort abounding,…
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