Books I Have Two (or Three) Copies of

I’ve been steadily collecting books since my undergraduate year of college.  (Or, perhaps, more accurately, since my childhood.)  Once my husband and I bought a house, I actually had a place to put them.  That meant in boxes in the cold, dark basement. Then I had my first baby and I quit my job.  I... Continue Reading →

Consorting With Great Books

A few years ago, a favorite professor of mine, Dr. R., suggested that I read Great Books: My Adventures with Homer, Rousseau, Woolf, and Other Indestructible Writers of the Western World (1996) by David Denby.  It’s an account of Denby’s return to Columbia University as a middle-aged film critic to retake two courses: Literature Humanities... Continue Reading →

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