Categories
Archives
-
-
-
Recent Posts
- Happy Birthday, Leadbelly
- “I’m not offended by all the dumb blonde jokes because I know I’m not dumb… and I also know that I’m not blonde.” — Dolly Parton
- “I don’t think my books should be in prison libraries.” — Patricia Highsmith, 1966
- “I pretended to be somebody I wanted to be until finally I became that person. Or he became me.” — Archie Leach
- “I never told a joke in my life.” — Andy Kaufman
- “In France, I’m an auteur; in Germany, a filmmaker; in Britain; a genre film director; and, in the USA, a bum.” — John Carpenter
- Shadow and pools of light
- “Precision and accuracy are necessary for both white and black writers. ‘A black aesthetic’ should not be an excuse for sloppy writing.” — poet and publisher Dudley Randall
- “When I was discovered, everything happened like dominos. I don’t know how to talk about it now because it’s too mindblowing. It’s so unreal, and yet it’s real.” — Faye Dunaway
- Mirrors #24
Recent Comments
- Maddy on Happy Birthday, Leadbelly
- Melissa Sutherland on “I never told a joke in my life.” — Andy Kaufman
- Maddy on “I’m not offended by all the dumb blonde jokes because I know I’m not dumb… and I also know that I’m not blonde.” — Dolly Parton
- Molly Larson Cook on R.I.P. Sam Schacht
- Melissa Sutherland on “I never told a joke in my life.” — Andy Kaufman
- Leena Myller on “It wasn’t there, and then it was there.” David Lynch on Elvis
- Leena Myller on “It wasn’t there, and then it was there.” David Lynch on Elvis
- sheila on “When I was discovered, everything happened like dominos. I don’t know how to talk about it now because it’s too mindblowing. It’s so unreal, and yet it’s real.” — Faye Dunaway
- Maddy on “When I was discovered, everything happened like dominos. I don’t know how to talk about it now because it’s too mindblowing. It’s so unreal, and yet it’s real.” — Faye Dunaway
- sheila on “When I was discovered, everything happened like dominos. I don’t know how to talk about it now because it’s too mindblowing. It’s so unreal, and yet it’s real.” — Faye Dunaway
- Maddy on “When I was discovered, everything happened like dominos. I don’t know how to talk about it now because it’s too mindblowing. It’s so unreal, and yet it’s real.” — Faye Dunaway
- sheila on “I can pick a good song, but I sure couldn’t pick a good man.” — Ruth Brown
- Clary on “I can pick a good song, but I sure couldn’t pick a good man.” — Ruth Brown
- sheila on Colm Tóibín, Gary Indiana, and Los Angeles
- Maddy on Colm Tóibín, Gary Indiana, and Los Angeles
- sheila on Colm Tóibín, Gary Indiana, and Los Angeles
- sheila on Colm Tóibín, Gary Indiana, and Los Angeles
- Scott Abraham on Colm Tóibín, Gary Indiana, and Los Angeles
- sheila on Colm Tóibín, Gary Indiana, and Los Angeles
- Scott Abraham on Colm Tóibín, Gary Indiana, and Los Angeles
-
Tag Archives: Essays of E.B. White
The Books: Essays of E.B. White, “The Railroad”
Next book on my essays bookshelf: Essays of E. B. White Before I bought my car, I was a frequent Amtrak traveler. I didn’t really need a car, living where I live, but ever since I bought the thing, I … Continue reading
The Books: Essays of E.B. White, “The Ring of Time”
Next book on my essays bookshelf: Essays of E. B. White Written in 1956, this essay is about one of E.B. White’s Florida sojourns. He is in Sarasota, and he soaks up all of the differences between Florida climate and … Continue reading
The Books: Essays of E.B. White, “Here Is New York”
Next book on my essays bookshelf: Essays of E. B. White New York is one of the most evocative of cities. You could fill a library with works addressing its particular charms/annoyances/character. Like Paris, it exists as a symbol, as … Continue reading
The Books: Essays of E.B. White, “The Geese”
Next book on my essays bookshelf: Essays of E. B. White “Geese” is a perfect example of what E.B. White does like no other. It is difficult to pinpoint from where the magic emanates. It is difficult to actually label … Continue reading
The Books: Essays of E.B. White, “Coon Tree”
Next book on my essays bookshelf: Essays of E. B. White Obviously, E.B. White felt an affinity for animals, and observed them at close range, during his years running a small farm in Maine. You can feel that background knowledge … Continue reading
The Books: Essays of E.B. White, “The Eye of Edna”
Next book on my essays bookshelf: Essays of E. B. White E.B. White sent in dispatches to The New Yorker (and other magazines, but primarily The New Yorker) from his farm in Maine. He wrote about the rhythms of the … Continue reading
The Books: Essays of E.B. White, “Good-bye to Forty-eighth Street”
Next book on my essays bookshelf: Essays of E. B. White Growing up, E.B. White’s children’s books, Charlotte’s Web, Trumpet of the Swan and Stuart Little were hugely formative influences. I read them over and over and over again. I … Continue reading