a mercy

a mercy

I just finished Toni Morrison’s new novel, A Mercy.   Which was amazing.  Yet I now regret that, while I was reading it, I spent so much time trying to figure out the story.   I believe that if I had just let myself succumb to the effect of the words, the story...
having eaten

having eaten

Jane Hirshfield writes:   Having eaten the pears. Having eaten the black figs, the white figs.  Eaten the apples.   Table be strewn. Table be strewn with stems, table with peelings of grapefruit and pleasure.   Table be strewn with pleasure, what was here to be done...
concatenate

concatenate

In Remembering the Bone House, Nancy Mairs writes, “Here I develop that ability to concatenate events which characterizes human consciousness and makes ‘daily life’ possible.” I had to look it up.  To concatenate is to link together, as in a...
the yellow house

the yellow house

Remembering the Bone House is one of my all-time favorite books.  Nancy Mairs wrote this memoir in 1989.  It was out of print for a while, but then Beacon Press did a new printing in 1995, for which the author wrote a  new preface.  In it, she called...
folded

folded

If I weren’t reading all of Rachel Cusk’s books to look at how her writing develops over time, I would not have finished her sixth book, In the Fold, published in 2005.  As one reviewer wrote, “too little happened to too many people.”  Or...
wonder

wonder

“I wonder what it would be like,” she said to me on one of those days that make you feel that you have chosen the right profession, “if I could once and for all get my mother out of my head.” “Picture it,” I told her.  “Tell...
home

home

For anyone who enjoyed Gilead, Marilynne Robinson’s second novel, which won the 2005 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, you will love her new novel, Home.  For she has just crossed town, so to speak, and turned around to tell us the story from a different porch.  On...
who would you be

who would you be

“That’s not what she means,” I said.  “She means, like, we are what’s happened to us.  So if you take away what’s happened to us, then, you know…Well, who would you be?” “I’d be someone different.”...