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Book Report: Six Memos for the Next Millennium, Italo Calvino
Most of the books Iβm reading now are books I once left behindβhalf-digested, spine-cracked, pages dog-eared with a promise I didnβt keep. Iβm back to them not out of shame but out of curiosity about the version of myself that stopped. Why did I pause? Did I forget how to love stories? Was I just β read more
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Book Report: The Lover, Marguerite Duras
I read two books in a day. No big deal. I used to do that often. It was a necessary skill, once. I had been a literature major, and reading quickly and absorbingly was not just encouraged but required. At that time, I could finish a novel in a few hours, annotate it, and argue β read more
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Book Report: Vintage Joan Didion
In the interest of maintaining fidelity to my own stated intent, that I would attempt to live a life less mediated by the gloss of screens and notifications, I reached, almost ceremoniously, for my old Vintage edition of Joan Didion. A collection of essays, varied in subject and geography, lay within. Each essay presented itself β read more
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Book Report: Open Throat, Henry Hoke
It is June, and I have read one new book. This statement is not made in shame, but with a kind of clarity. One spends so much time among fragmentsβheadlines, feeds, flickers of textβthat the act of reading a whole book, from beginning to end, becomes almost mythic in scale. I hadnβt read a book β read more
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Retake: Violet Bent Backwards over the Grass, Lana del Rey
Notice itβs another year where spring is over and summer has a way of making an entrance. And here I am, on my bed, listening to Lana Del Rey when I should be rereading Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass. I say βshouldβ not because the poems require discipline or rigor, but because they seem β read more
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