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I read Jonathan Franzen’s second book of essays last week and they are well worth the time, they’re erudite and thoughtful and engaging. I spent a lot of time reading the title essay, Farther Away, which is a meditation on … Continue reading

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Time

Jorge Luis Borges, Alexander Solzhenitsyn, David Foster Wallace and Roberto Bolano walk into a bar. They order drinks and arrange their arses on stools. They begin to talk about time. Time, says Borges, you can’t beat time: it limits all … Continue reading

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what you fear the most could meet you halfway

There’s a conversation that I find myself having with myself in all sorts of odd places (in a corridor, in the breakfast cereal bit of the supermarket, on the toilet, on the bench press, in the bus queue) about what … Continue reading

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Reading Bolano’s 2666

As I wandered (not lonely as a cloud) through Nepal one of the heaviest luxuries in my kitbag was a copy of Roberto Bolano’s 2666. I read it through, and then I read quite a bit of it again since … Continue reading

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i wanna be a dissident: reading Alexander Solzhenitsyn

Alexander Solzhenitsyn has been in my dreams a lot of late. I have read much and throughout this most mild of winters past I have fallen asleep with the gulag, the prison, Siberia and the steppe. There has been, I … Continue reading

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it’s what you do with it

For much of the last decade I have been in denial about literature. I have elided almost all aspects of my history and education that might make clear I’m an English major. And there! I’ve said it. The denial of … Continue reading

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myriad petty unsexy ways

I have recently read and reread David Foster Wallace’s lovely little book This Is Water, which was an occasional address to a Graduation event at Kenyon College in 2005.  It is a cracker, and while we are running a million miles … Continue reading

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