On this second Friday of summer, I'm still reading The Overstory, by Richard Powers, and while perhaps that first ecstatic response has cooled, I'm still enjoying it quite a bit. I'm about one hundred pages in....
I’m afraid this won’t be a very rational post. I started
reading Richard Powers’s The Overstory this week. I’ve read twenty-three pages:
a prefatory section called “Roots,” and the first chapter, “Nicholas Hoel.” I
read...
Readers of this blog may know that every summer, I like to have some sort of reading project. Last year, I read only novels by Michael Chabon, for better or worse. One year I read several short story collections and another,...
I had a long dream about my grandmother’s house last night.
I can remember every detail of this place that meant a great deal to me. And I
woke up remembering that she passed in June, twenty years ago now.
My...
"As soon as we express something, we devalue it strangely. We believe ourselves to have dived down into the depths of the abyss, and when we once again reach the surface, the drops of water on our pale fingertips no longer resemble the ocean from which they came...Nevertheless, the treasure shimmers in the darkness unchanged." ---Franz Kafka
