Monthly Archives: October 2022

“Judging by her publicity photos, the natural assumption would be that American novelist Edith Wharton wrote in a traditional manner, at the gold-tooled leather-topped desk in her extremely well-stocked library.”

Posted on October 31, 2022 by Kate Stover

But this was “in fact a deliberate illusion.” She wrote in bed. Why? Johnson suspects that it had something to do with the desire to delay getting dressed, which for women in the 1800s, meant getting tied into a corset. … Continue reading →

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“And you O my soul, where you stand, surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space . . .until the bridge you will need be form’d…”

Posted on October 24, 2022 by Kate Stover

And you, O my reader, where you sit, reading from a screen that holds more words than the mind can store, what do you do after reading Whitman’s poetry?  Some respond by “Whitmanizing” in bold statements or expressive art. The … Continue reading →

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“The truth is provisional.”

Posted on October 11, 2022 by Kate Stover

Joan Didion questioned the idea of objective journalism, writes Hilton Als in his Foreword for Didion’s last collection of essays, Let Me Tell You What I Mean. Admit that you have filters, and that “who you are at the time … Continue reading →

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