Sentence-a-day kanji lessons
Cell phone novels are easy to ridicule. But they are good for at least one thing: learning kanji.
Cell phone novels are easy to ridicule. But they are good for at least one thing: learning kanji.
Who needs Shakespeare? Not his namesake theater in Lenox, Mass., where it’s a Tom Stoppard summer.
Incoming: another atheist tome, this time from His Dark Materials author Philip Pullman, whose “big, big book” may be a novel. (Via.)
Michel Lechat, former medical director of a leprosy settlement, recalls Graham Greene’s 1959 visit. (Thanks, Dave Lull.)
While I focus on things other than blogging this month, I’m running a series on independent bookstores. Below Marie Mutsuki Mockett (Letter from a Japanese Crematorium) praises Green Apple Books of San Francisco’s Richmond District. She also recommends cheap eats in the area. The Green Apple is a booklover’s fantasy — an old Victorian with atmospheric amber lighting, unaligned book . . .