We arrived in Paris Tuesday afternoon after a pleasant train trip from Portugal on the Sud Express and then the TGV up from Hendaye. Dining and sleeping on the train, beautiful countryside flashing past —…
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Okay, seriously remiss here — way back on April 17th I posted that I would “soon” say something about Muriel Barbery’s Gourmet Rhapsody. Meanwhile, I’ve been juggling a few books, and spending quite a bit…
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I used to be unreservedly grumpy about all those signs of Christmas that appeared as soon as we passed Halloween. Now, of course, they begin even earlier — this year I saw trees being decorated…
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Fiction-writing often seems to be a ventriloquist’s game, the writingwriter throwing a voice into a narrator with varying degrees of credibility. Perhaps as with ventiloquism, we are swayed to find the act more convincing if…
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Our trip to Paris this past spring was our fifth in as many years — getting to know the city through repeat visits has allowed us to relax on holiday without ever being bored —…
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