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The Gobi of writing

Edith Wharton had been a bit on my mind lately, just peripherally – in a floaty sort of way. I think Wharton kept coming up for me starting from this post of Anne’s – it just got me to thinking … Continue reading

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1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die

Jessa Crispin has an interesting interview with Peter Boxall, editor of 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die. I loved what Boxall said at the end: “Having benefited from an extraordinary number of emails and letters as well as … Continue reading

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Edith Wharton: “turgid welter of pornography”

“It’s a turgid welter of pornography (the rudest schoolboy kind) & unformed & unimportant drivel; & until the raw ingredients of a pudding make a pudding, I shall never believe that the raw material of sensation & thought can make … Continue reading

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