Talking to Grief Ah, grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes to the back door for a crust, for a meatless bone. I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you your own corner, a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish. You think I don’t know . . .
Geoff Dyer’s Yoga for People Who Can’t Be Bothered to Do It coasts into and out of asides about the consolations and difficulties of writing, about the many books he started, or thought about starting, on his travels but didn’t finish. “Whenever a publisher asks me what I’m going to do next,” he told John Crace a couple years ago, . . .
Sam Sacks admires Heinrich Böll’s “daringly and hypnotically written” novel about a renowned architect who sees his very success as a kind of complicity with the Nazis. If that’s not enticement enough, Jessa wrote the introduction to the reissue.
Celebrate Gypsy Rose Lee’s 100th birthday with readings, gossip, and burlesque, and Lee biographer/occasional stripteaser Karen Abbott at the NYPL this Saturday, January 8.