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Is it possible to love a novel for all the wrong reasons? Yesterday, I finished A.S. Byatt’s Possession (1990) for the first time—”a… READ MORE
[The following is a slightly modified letter I sent to one of my classes this semester at USD. The names of… READ MORE
Wallace Stevens gives me words to think and feel and speak the sky. Part of my survival strategy thus far… READ MORE
*shakes dust off of blog* Finnegans Wake (1939) riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings… READ MORE
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The Beautiful Changes One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies On… READ MORE
Recalling War Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man… READ MORE
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I Looked Up from My Writing I looked up from my writing, And gave a start to see, As… READ MORE
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When faced with the challenge of teaching Alan Hollinghurst’s The Stranger’s Child a few weeks ago, I watched the following conversation with Michael Williams as… READ MORE
As I continue to avoid my Slow Reading of Difference and Repetition, I became curious to dabble in a “new… READ MORE
During a flurry of text messages about Alan Hollinghurst, a friend of mine suggested that we read L.P. Hartley’s 1953… READ MORE
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