Tagged: books

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Sunday Morning! “Death in Venice”

The time felt right to reread Thomas Mann’s novella and watched Lucino Visconti’s 1971 film of desire and disease and our inability to quarantine either of them.

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Sunday Morning! “Ducks, Newburyport”

Our minds are messy places. This novel takes you into the very nervous mind of an Ohio mother, housewife, and pie baker over the course of a thousand pages and mostly through one very long sentence.

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Sunday Morning! Beginning John Cheever

On a recommendation from a local poet, I have started reading the short stories of an American master of the form, and was greatly rewarded for the effort.

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The Deification of Technology

We have fooled ourselves into perceiving our technology as neutral, detached from our own biased and irrational ways.

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Sunday Morning! Balzac’s Wild Ass’s Skin

The Balzac streak continues with a supernatural tale built on the fantastical conceit that our energies can be used to fulfill our desires or squandered and lost.

Actually, the Film Was Better Than These Books

“The book was better” is not something I say very often, but it is no less true: books are a different medium and what works on the page my not work on the screen and vice versa.

Sunday Morning! “The Faraway Nearby”

On Rebecca Solnit’s 2013 collection of interwoven, digressive, personal essays about the stories we tell to make our way through life with each other.

Forgiveness is Divine

The weirdest thing about forgiveness is that in the end it really isn’t about the person you’re forgiving, it’s about you.