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Reflections of a working writer and reader



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A girl mad as birds

Love In the Asylum A stranger has come To share my room in the house not right in the head, A girl mad as birds Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume. Strait in the mazed bed She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds Yet she deludes with walking the […]

The Panting and Happy Reader

“Good Readers and Good Writers” (from Lectures on Literature) by Vladimir Nabokov: My course, among other things, is a kind of detective investigation of the mystery of literary structures. “How to be a Good Reader” or “Kindness to Authors” – something of that sort might serve to provide a subtitle for these various discussions of […]

Abandoning Anne Bronte

I was reading Anne Bronte’s Agnes Grey for the first time when I came across this sentence on page 38. I returned, however, with unabated vigour to my work – a more arduous task than anyone can imagine, who has not felt something like the misery of being charged with the care and direction of […]

Back Home Again

I didn’t read much during five weeks in Norway. Saving Room for Dessert by KC Constantine; I Curse the River of Time by Per Petterson; and Jane Smiley’s Private Life. I didn’t quite finish William Trevor’s Love and Summer on the plane home, so I don’t suppose that counts. Norway was great, met up with […]

Zadie Smith on Reading and Writing

I don’t write that much. There are people who write every day, and it’s part of their life, and I go for months, and recently years, without writing fiction, for example. For me, it is not a matter of daily survival. And I’ve heard writers speak of something that they can’t help but do. The […]