The Canadian Patient
“Most Americans probably think Michael Ondaatje is British (try selling ‘The Canadian Patient’).” Why are U.S. readers blind to Canadian fiction?
“Most Americans probably think Michael Ondaatje is British (try selling ‘The Canadian Patient’).” Why are U.S. readers blind to Canadian fiction?
In advance of W.H. Auden’s centenary (February 21), Peter Nicholson posts his poem, “Asking Auden.”
The Maltese Falcon has gone missing. The thief also took fifteen rare books by and about Dashiell Hammett.
Debates about the precise contours of Herman Melville’s disgust with Emerson are far less illuminating — and entertaining — than Melville’s words themselves. (“I could readily see in Emerson, notwithstanding his merit, a gaping flaw. It was, the insinuation, that had he lived in those days when the world was made, he might have offered some valuable suggestions.”) I love . . .
“You asked me to write a letter but I thought that I could not write well enough before this.” — Melville, to his aunt, at age 9. (Take a look at that handwriting.)