I’ve been rereading some of Annie Dillard’s stuff these past couple of weeks. Looking for some interesting Dillard links to share with you, I happened upon this passage in an old New York Times review of Living By Fiction:
Now there are readers and writers whose minds can handle critical theory and esthetic abstractions. All honor to them. Annie Dillard is one. There are others who read pragmatically and write intuitively and ask nothing more sophisticated of a piece than, “Does it ork?”
It’s a typo, for sure, but now I’ve got the perfect name for the Emily Dickinson shiver.
I liked this, too — an excerpt from Carolyn See’s Los Angeles Times review of the same book, found on its Amazon page:
“Everyone who timidly, bombastically, reverently, scholastically – even fraudulently — essays to ‘live the life of the mind’ should read this book.
I’m totally a fraudulent life-of-the-minder. This book is for me! Someone needs to make a list of the books suitable for the fraudulent life-of-the-minder. They shouldn’t be too long, though. Or perhaps, more accurately, too heavy, as we’ll be lugging them around way more than actually trying to read them.