“Terrible as he thought the whole business was, and repelled as he was by mindlessness in love, he could not keep the deep wave of sorrow from engulfing him as he looked at this really rather pretty woman sitting straight as a pole, holding her breasts, and staring in front of her out of hollow… Continue reading Relationship Advice from Toni Morrison
There is an aging arm across a naked waist There is a fallen tree against a perfect January snow And that’s as spiritual as I need to be That’s as spiritual as I need to be
For those of us who have not suffered a life-changing loss, reading these books can be shocking. I think of, for instance, when I first read Roland Barthes’s almost unbearable Mourning Diary, about the death of his mother. Barthes was a true mama’s boy, having lived with his mother for virtually all his adult life,… Continue reading “Culture is in its most intimate intent a heroic denial of creatureliness.”
‘Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with… Continue reading “Virtue? A fig!
Taking a cue from this post and several others that have been popping up on Twitter today . . . The Tempest, William Shakespeare Gilead, Marilynne Robinson Ulysses, James Joyce Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?, Jeannette Winterson Giovanni’s Room, James Baldwin Station Eleven, Emily St. John Mandel Zone, Mathias Énard The Iliad,… Continue reading A Personal Canon