Letters & Essays
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Alice Kaplan on Modiano’s ‘The Black Notebook,’ which gazes through “the glass wall of our consciousness of history.”
I have my dead, and I have let them go, / and was amazed to see them so contented, / so soon at home in being dead, so cheerful, / so unlike their reputation. Only you
In today’s roundup: one writer likes readable books; another thinks “readability” is bunk; a bunch more probably don’t care.
Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine / Must I recall / Our loves recall how then / After each sorrow joy came back again
“I don’t know if I need seclusion, but I do like to be alone in a room.”
Our Sleep Aids are devoted to curing insomnia with the dullest, most soporific texts available in the public domain.
I saw a good deal of Graham Greene in the late forties and fifties. Once he mentioned that he was writing a film script. He told me the plot and it sounded pretty boring. I wondered who would want to see it. It turned out to be The Third Man.
When one of Pete’s fraternity brothers posted the video to a closed Greek Facebook group, people said that what happened in the video was rape. At first, Pete thought the commenters meant that he had raped the girl. But then he scrolled down and realized they considered him the victim.
The wind runs free across our plains, / The live sea beats forever at our beaches. / Man makes earth fertile, earth gives him flowers and fruits. / He lives in toil and joy, he hopes, fears, begets sweet offspring.