Normally each of these things would deserve their very own posts. But, since I consumed them all at once (more or less) and since I have a cold that has zapped all of my energy, I am sharing them all with you now. The least I can do for all of these amazing books and …
No, in case you’re wondering, I did not read the Metamorphosis in the original language — though I often found myself wishing I could. Take for example, this passage from Wikipedia about the opening line of the story: “The opening line of the novella is famous in English: As Gregor Samsa woke one morning from …
I just finished reading Zora Neale Hurston’s amazing novel, Their Eyes Were Watching God. I’m rather appalled that I was not required to read this in either high school or college, but in this case, late is definitely better than never. I was moved on so many different levels, not least of which is by …
by Orhan Pamuk Last Friday, the day our book club was scheduled to meet, I noticed this article in the New York Times. Normally, a headline about an Armenian editor being assassinated in Turkey would never have caught my eye for more than a few seconds. But, it fit so closely to the issues dealt …