Monthly Archives: June 2006

I’ve actually got a copy on my bookshelf. But I am still looking for an edition of Karl Marx’s “Yes, Jesus was so an atheist.”

Apparently, Harpo—er, Harper Lee wrote a letter for the current issue of “O, The Oprah Magazine. “ We ask: Is that really worth coming out of reclusion for? Even if the magazine issue promotes reading, and even if Harper Lee … Continue reading →

Once again, Daniel Green over The Reading Experience has done it! He gives a rousing good analysis of the yawns of psychological realism as practiced by too many (average? mediocre? mass marketed? insert adjective here) contemporary (usually American) writers. Four … Continue reading →

The Literate Kitten dusts off her critics cap (a darling black beret with a cherry-red bow set rakishly to one side), adjusts her rhinestone-encrusted glasses, and fixes a glare on the self-pitying author of the past several entries. No, no, … Continue reading →

Bloody hell. It is 5:42 p.m. Pacific time, I’ve got a short story class in 45 minutes, and I’m freaking exhausted. Mentally. Yes, I did manage to consume 4 glasses of chablis after seeing “An Inconvenient Truth” (drinking while chatting … Continue reading →

One of the pleasures of reading Proust is that his prose allows you to sink in—one thought leads to another and another in an unbroken chain that reels you into the text. This type of lavish, complex writing makes it … Continue reading →

When does a postmodernism movement end?

No sooner did I post my Faulker item, when I ran into this on The Reading Experience: In last weekend’s Los Angeles Times Book Review, editor David Ulin (who has, in my opinion, considerably improved this publication since taking it … Continue reading →

LK couldn’t help thinking of William Faulkner as we make our way through ISoLT. That’s because we’re enrolled in a short story class, which features two Faulkner stories. (Which, when combined with ISoLT, is a little like following up a … Continue reading →

Reading “In Search of Lost Time” is intimidating in more ways than the obvious one of the tome’s sheer length. As a first-time reader, one can’t help but be humbled by the thought of all the Proustians who have made … Continue reading →