Love, of course, is tumultuous — ‘throes’ of passion, ‘stormy’ romance — but is it too much to ask to be in love and be at peace?
The tragedy of Anna Karenina, one of the books on my Mid-Life Reading Crisis list, is that she has to choose. Continue reading “‘Make it so that I am at peace’: Thoughts on Anna Karenina”
I first read ‘Your Blinded Hand’ by Tennessee Williams in The New Yorker six years ago. It’s proven to be unforgettable. It was published 18 days after the arrival of my first-born son, and I read it while still floating, amazed by my joy, which is partly why it has left such an impression, I guess. But regardless, it’s a powerful depiction of our desperate belief that, in the face of disaster and despair, we will not be alone. It both warms and haunts. I thought it should have a place on this blog. Continue reading “A good way to spend a minute”
I should preface with this: My job as a freelance medical writer, while perfect much of the time, letting me work at home and see my kids a lot, sometimes involves a feeling of despair when travel abroad is imminent. This might sound ridiculous or phony. Continue reading “A rendition of bliss written while slightly intoxicated in Madrid”
This is the second of hopefully 10 Turbo Book Reviews helping me resolve my Mid-Life Reading Crisis. As embarrassing as it is to make it known that I’ve gone months between reading the books that I’ve announced I intend to read, I’ll soldier on.
Meurseault takes his mother’s death in stride. He blinks in indifference as his girlfriend asks him whether he loves her. He barely reacts when he shoots and kills a man. He makes no effort to save himself from execution. He concludes with a shrug that there’s no soul to save when execution is imminent. There’s not much to like. Continue reading “‘I knew that I had shattered the harmony of the day’: Thoughts on The Stranger”