“Age eighty, (minus not quite three) thermometer eighty, (plus rather more than four) must be accepted as an excuse my very dear Anthony both by you and my highly valued correspondent for not having acknowledged your very precious packet earlier. I am in truth grown most woefully idle, and, worse still, most woefully lazy, and this symptom is both new and disagreeable to me.”
by Sonya Chung
Literarily, I am about 11 years old. This is my best explanation for why the adult stories and novels of Tove Jansson have captivated me so fully.
Tomasi di Lampedusa’s language is relatively spare and direct but still formal and correct, and sprinkled with archaic terms. It is carnal and sophisticated, slyly humorous but still possessed of a kind of gravity and grace.
I think of the work as a memoir of self-reckoning and the kinds of comeuppances we sometimes have to endure in order to recast our expectations about intimacy and love.
by Alison Gazarek
Climax and characterization helped frame them in a way that gave the story momentum, and depth, and meaning. I wasn’t just dating; I was making sense of these men, and our stories, and in turn, making sense of myself.
by Amy Day Wilkinson
During a phone conversation from Yaddo with her friend Elizabeth, Beard says, “I hate it here; why did I come here? All there is to do is write.”
by Evelyn Somers
I had another leap of faith. I hadn’t seen another book on this subject, the subculture. I knew I had an interesting character. He was willing to share everything with me. So I kept on.