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Tag: Books
I never write poems about
A new poem by Lindsay C. Sidders
A Toronto ai tempi del COVID
How has it been living in Toronto since March 2020, from a very tiny, individual perspective?
Leafing through Summer
So, my dear Reader, if you need to escape. If you need to get away. If you need a vacation from this perilous and boring life we find ourselves in, might I make a few recommendations?
The Domestic is Telling Us Something (and Always Has Been)
In the winter, the slow burn of a domestic novel keeps me warmer much long after I put back on my nightstand...
Hunting for Relevancy: the Rise of British Sport
From the Duchess of Devonshire’s memoirs including a section on Harold Macmillan learning to shoot to the mishaps surrounding a hunting party in Mitford’s Highland Fling, I seem to have a penchant for the moorish stage on which these aristocratic endeavors are set...
Entering the Fantasy Suite: What the Bachelorette can learn from her literary sisters, from Flaubert’s M.me Bovary to Ferrante’s Lenù
What the Bachelorette can learn from her literary sisters, from Flaubert’s M.me Bovary to Ferrante’s Lenù...
Summer Readings
Languid summer hours. What is to read?
Ivan or the man he thought was Ivan
A short story by Shayne Ciarlo McGreal
Giovanni Battista and Giacomo Tocci: Those Extraordinary Twins
Find out more about the Italian twins who inspired Mark Twain's story...
Il crepuscolo del romanzo
È morto il 14 novembre, a Città del Messico, Fernando del Paso. Nemmeno un trafiletto sui giornali italiani, e non mi sorprende...
Flâneuring in London
Exploring London, through the eyes of a refined flâneur