Loving Mrs. Turpin, Loving the Grotesque

gargoyle eating snake

If I were less ordinary, reading Flannery O’Connor would be more fun. As it is, I inhabit the commonplace, and she lives in a different dimension, a place, as one critic put it, of living gargoyles. This makes reading her fiction a stressful and shocking experience. I imagine that, if she knew this, it would [Read More...]

I Can Speak Whale: Interrupted by Moby-Dick

Moby

Pascal by day, but Melville by night. No wonder I can’t get a New Year’s letter out the door. Last night I finished Moby-Dick, an enterprise I started, once, long ago, and found too mind-numbing even for me. My daughter, an English Lit major, warned me. “Read only if assigned. Then you can write a [Read More...]


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