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Zarin writes:. Trenchant, intelligent, and written with a cool head One of the vital interests of the diary is watching the alert, perspicacious mind of a supremely intelligent person coming alive to the situation around her. Read the rest of the review here, and learn more about A Chill in the Air , which includes an introduction by Lucy Hughes-Hallett, and an afterword by Origo's granddaughter Katia Lysy, here.
Learn more about the prize here. Chris Reynolds.
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For more information, visit our events page. The winner of the prize will be announced at the awards ceremony, which will be held on Friday, May 11 in New York City. To see a full list of finalists, visit the French-American Foundation website here. This translation from the Hungarian does that, and Len Rix has gained lifelong admirers among the jury.
The sensual pleasures of the prose are overseen by a blue-sky metaphysics It is more like a series of intoxicated love letters that have the potential to become an endlessly postponed suicide note. In NPR. With a quasi-sentient elevator and stories about mice families and city-mandated opera singers, it's an off-kilter vision of New York City that feels simultaneously true in its bones.
We were saddened to hear of the death of the writer Jean d'Ormesson yesterday. And yet, forty-five years after its first publication, what strikes you about The Glory of the Empire is what you could call its philosophical dimension: a clear-eyed vision of history and the pitfalls of writing history that a thinker of more strident ideological and intellectual pretensions might never have achieved. Read the entire introduction here. David Jelinek, an art teacher and scholar of Baker's work, will be moderating.
Jelinek's admiration for Baker's writing goes beyond scholarship, however. Her novels changed his life. Jelinek was kind enough to write a bit about his experience.
Just click through for more:. She and I met ten years ago in the lunchroom of the school where we both teach; we were also married, though obviously not to one another. We shared favorite authors: Proust and Wilde. In the summer of our first year teaching together, the school conveniently asked us both to chaperone students on a European expedition, and the Fates seated us together on the airplane over. Denise asked if she could read along from my copy. I said yes. On the way back, we did the same with Cassandra at the Wedding.
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Neither novel is particularly happy, but sometimes hope is born from inopportune circumstances, such as being married to the wrong person. We kept reading. Admittedly, the excuse of having to travel to Stanford and Berkeley was none too taxing. The book is dedicated, in memoriam, to the painter David Park.
Baker and he were good friends, and Park drew the trumpet that appears on the original cover of Young Man.
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Add identical twins, Cassandra and Judith, who co-narrate the story, and the view becomes kaleidoscopic, a fly looking at its own reflection. Early in the novel, Cassandra gazes in the bar mirror and is unsure who is reflected: Cass, Cassie, Judith, Jude or Judy. Indeed, the two women even have alternating names. The twins share a piano; Dorothy and David were also musical. What they lacked in talent, they compensated for in volume!
Darryl Pinckney, editor of The Collected Essays of Elizabeth Hardwick , will be participating in a few events to mark the publication of this collection. Come out and celebrate the work of this remarkable essayist.
We hope to see you at one of them. We will have a selection of our children's books available at discounted prices. Congratulations to both of our stellar translators on this honor. The winners will be announced this October. The biennial Notting Hill Editions Essay Prize is open to all essays written in English of between 2, and 8, words, on any subject.
Visit Metrograph's website for details. Refreshments will be served. You can watch the full discussion here.
In celebration of the end of poetry month, several poets featured in Austerity Measures: The New Greek Poetry sent in videos of themselves reading one of their poems from the anthology. We love that each video has its own distinct style, often reflecting the mood of the poems being read—and there's even a cat named Djidjika in one of them and a breathtaking view of the Acropolis in another. We have provided the English translations of the poems below each video. NOON by Moma Radic You await the rain like a finger you invite the clouds bearing vacant caresses The face of your heart slips like a snail And all things that glow feet of snakes arms bodies in sweat leave traces behind.
Take a look at that. The fish change color. When the male gets excited he turns black. He rises to the surface with the female, and as soon as they have sex, he turns silver again. See them?
Can you see the fishermen? I hate them. Because they catch fish. If they take you out fishing and catch a lot of fish, they take you out again. Then they want to take you out all the time. He wondered how people would choose to settle in such a repulsive place. Just before the first house, his headlights lit on a red cloth caught in branches, a dress that dangled as if the trees had taken a woman and were now showing their exploit.
He lowered his speed. Wild grasses choked the yards.
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Teenagers looked at him, weighing his worth in change. Instead of windows, broken glass everywhere. The smell of burnt meat wafted in the emptiness between the houses. The walls were scrawled with slogans. The happiest sight: two middle-aged men playing a board game, sitting on paint cans. Although there was no garbage, the roads were dirty. The houses were lit by old lamps that hung like gouged eyes from the beams.