November 2011
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“So long as a writer is working below the power of her powers, she is depriving...”
– Marilynne Robinson (from the forthcoming When I was a Child I Read Books)
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One of the best passages I’ve read in a while, about fecundity:
Lacewings are those fragile green insects with large, rounded transparent wings. The larvae eat enormous numbers of aphids; the adults mate in a fluttering rush of instinct, lay eggs, and die by the millions in the first cold snap of fall. Sometimes, when a female lays her fertile eggs on a green leaf atop a slender stalked...
MFJ: I have 3000 tumblr followers now. What should I do with them?
XA: Hahahahah... send them on a treasure hunt to my blog.
MFJ: ok
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VKN said: “You disappeared off your blog for awhile.”
Okay! Here’s an email I was writing (but didn’t finish or send [but which I’m finishing now to you, dear blog reader]) to my friend Kevin yesterday about American novels:
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Have you read anything good from the US lately? I’m despairing. Yesterday I read the first two pages of the new Dennis...