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Tag Archives: Annie Proulx
My second move in a year
Library getting packed up again. I’m too old for this shit. So this bookcase is half-packed and what is there is random, but it makes a pretty funny collage. — Dad’s book on Anglo-Irish literature (dedicated to Mum) — my … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Movies, Personal
Tagged Annie Proulx, Bringing Up Baby, Elvis Presley, family, Federalist Papers, Liz Phair, Marcel Proust, Pauline Kael, William Shakespeare
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2018 Books Read
2018 Books Read 1. Tamburlaine, Part 1, by Christopher Marlowe I finished 2017 with Paradise Lost, in the mood to continue with rigorous challenging poetry. I decided to read the complete plays of Christopher Marlowe (re-read in most cases). The … Continue reading
Posted in Books, James Joyce
Tagged Animal Farm, Annie Proulx, books read, Christopher Hitchens, Christopher Marlowe, Clifford Odets, Edgar Allan Poe, England, Evelyn Waugh, fiction, Finnegans Wake, friends, George Orwell, H.L. Mencken, Hunter S. Thompson, Ian McEwan, Ireland, Italy, Jack Kerouac, Joan Didion, nonfiction, Olivia Laing, Pauline Kael, poetry, Poland, politics, Robert Kaplan, Romania, Ron Chernow, Russia, Ryszard Kapuściński, Sergei Kirov, Stalin, The Soccer War, Tom Wolfe, true crime, Truman Capote, Victor Serge, Waiting for Lefty
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Stuff I’ve Been Reading
— Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce Lordy be, batten down the hatches. I struggled through it years ago and am now reading it again. It’s going quite well. I read it out loud because so many of the jokes are … Continue reading
Posted in Books, James Joyce
Tagged A Streetcar Named Desire, Annie Proulx, Finnegans Wake, Russia, stuff I've been reading
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2013 Books Read
It’s been a hell of a year. Devastating as well as redemptive. I started it out in Memphis, and end it here in New Jersey. And now my new niece Pearl has arrived! It’s been both a busy year as … Continue reading
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Tagged A.S. Byatt, Anne Fadiman, Annie Proulx, Arthur Koestler, Balkans, books read, Darkness at Noon, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Edvard Radzinsky, Elinor Lipman, England, friends, George Eliot, H.L. Mencken, Henry James, Herman Melville, Hungary, Ireland, J.D. Salinger, Jeanette Winterson, Joan Acocella, Joan Didion, John Banville, Joseph Heller, Joshua Ferris, Lester Bangs, Lorrie Moore, Patricia Highsmith, Philip K. Dick, Russia, Sam Cooke, Stalin, Tana French, The Netherlands, The Only Game In Town, Thomas Carlyle, Victor Serge, William Shakespeare, Yugoslavia
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2010 Books Read
Round-up of the books I read this year, in the order in which I read them. I am nearly finished with one last book (a collection of stories by Miranda July, given to me by my sister Siobhan for my … Continue reading
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Tagged A.S. Byatt, Andrei Tarkovsky, Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Annie Proulx, books read, Dava Sobel, David O. Selznick, David Thomson, E.M. Forster, Elia Kazan, Ellen Terry, Emily Dickinson, Ernest Hemingway, Evelyn Waugh, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Fred Astaire, Fyodor Dostoevsky, George Bernard Shaw, George Orwell, George Washington, Gouverneur Morris, Ireland, Jane Langton, Jaws, Joan Blondell, John Banville, John McGahern, Mark Helprin, Orson Welles, Oscar Wilde, Peter Bogdanovich, Rebecca West, Roman Polanski, Ron Chernow, Russia, Serbia, Shirley Jackson, Stefan Zweig, Sylvia Beach, Tana French, Tennessee Williams, Warren Beatty, William Shakespeare
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“coyote dust fractioned into particles of sound”
I would recognize Annie Proulx’s writing if I ran into it in a dark alley in Turkmenistan. Here is a section from her story “Them Old Cowboy Songs”, included in her latest collection of “Wyoming Stories”, Fine Just the Way … Continue reading
Intimidation
Before I went to Block Island I was given some advice by a very wise man: 1. Don’t drink. He told me, “I did a winter-beach-writing thing too and you lose track of time, so I’d pour myself a scotch … Continue reading
Thinking of Quoyle
The National Book Award is celebrating its 60th anniversary this year, and there’s an awesome blog set up to commemorate this, with authors writing up reviews of the Award-winners for each year. It’s such a treasure trove of content and … Continue reading