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Working overtime at the office for the next little while, so check Twitter if it’s quiet here.
Working overtime at the office for the next little while, so check Twitter if it’s quiet here.
Poet Susan Ramsey and I have been corresponding for years, since she worked as a bookseller and I actually had time to answer my email, and she’s been urging me to read her friend Bonnie Jo Campbell almost that long. When I finally do crack the spine on American Salvage, I’m sure I won’t be disappointed. Ramsey is basically never . . .
Alert Tartt & Tinti: Robert Louis Stevenson’s archives, partly held in private collections, go digital.
Maud is a nickname now, one most of my friends call me, but it started as a pen name. I chose it years ago as a sort of homage to Maude Newton, my great-great aunt, a woman nobody wanted to answer questions about. For the longest time, I only really knew about her marital separation by peppering. Then census data . . .
Nabokov’s Laura, says John Banville, is “little more than a blurred outline, a preliminary shiver of a novel. And yet.”