The trinity?
“Woolf, Rhys, and O’Connor sounds like a law firm, and indeed it could be — a firm sure to lay down clear laws and illuminating precedents for women writers.”
“Woolf, Rhys, and O’Connor sounds like a law firm, and indeed it could be — a firm sure to lay down clear laws and illuminating precedents for women writers.”
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In 1842, Edgar Allan Poe got so drunk on mint juleps while visiting New York that he sent a letter apologizing to publishers J. and H.G. Langley. Will you be so kind enough to put the best possible interpretation upon my behavior while in N-York? You must have conceived a queer idea of me — but the simple truth is . . .
The Tournament of Books gets underway today, as Powell’s Brockman decides between Steer Toward Rock and 2666.
“[P]ure avoidance of sentimentality is impossible for him and he often leaves it lying about in small shards.” — Lorrie Moore on Donald Barthelme.