Here’s an interesting passage from Colm Toibin’s review of Wendy Moffat’s new biography of E.M.Forster in this morning’s New York Times Book Review: … novels should not be honest. They are a pack of lies that are also a set … Continue reading
A few weeks ago, I saw this article in The Guardian, and I’ve been reading about the potential ban on some of the British blogs I follow. It reminded me of something, and I dug around on the back of … Continue reading
Last week, the dreaded “Kernel Panic” box started popping up on my desktop computer. A few days later, as I knew it would, everything stopped working, and it was time—past time—for a trip to the Genius Bar and, probably, a … Continue reading
Some pix I wanted to load yesterday but didn’t have access to: B at Henry’s. Fork in straw? Check. Yellow sugar packets covered up? Check. Blue sugar packets a-counting? Check. Now, where’s the sticky jam? Slab climbing on the lake … Continue reading
I’m just home from nearly a week in New Hampshire and Vermont—as Robert Frost asserted, “the two best states in the Union.” (Maine may have a gripe, but Frost was essentially correct.) Last Friday, I staggered up North Hancock (4,420 … Continue reading
This little tweak turned out to be a serious enough ding to send me to the sidelines for much of the past month, so I’m fat and grumpy. Over the last week, though, I’ve been out a few times for … Continue reading
I had that chance to chat with a few old teammates over the weekend, and even our old coach. We exchanged ancient yarns, of course, some of which approached the truth. Nobody, however, remembered my stunning heat of 1964. Only … Continue reading
I’ve been obsessed for a little over a year with the marriage of images, sound, and text that becomes possible when books migrate from paper to digital files. I don’t mean the occasional film clip or movie-like background music, but … Continue reading
There was a really interesting review in the New York Times a day or two ago of John Carey’s new biography of William Golding. Reading Lord of the Flies when I was 14 or so really knocked the pins out … Continue reading
It just hit 100°F here. (About 38°C.) Definitely lie-down-in-the-shade-and-don’t-move hot. It made me think, as extreme Connecticut heat always does, of a Saturday in June of 1964, when my high school track team was competing in a State Championship meet. … Continue reading