This morning, I sat down at my desk, ready to write about the upcoming novels I’m excited for– gifts, if you will, to help me get through the long, lingering months of February and March. Continue reading Upcoming Novels, Snowstorms & the Infinite Oddity of the Human Condition
Sitting here at this coffee shop in Batumi, surrounded by books, warm coffee, and flickering lights, I realize how much we take for granted—how fleeting stability can be and how deep the pain of displacement must feel. Continue reading Of Fireworks & Fears: Meditations on Home, Belonging, and the July 15 Coup
And one question that comes to me in waves, along with grief, is this: How do we make sense of an absence that remains perpetually present? Continue reading On Presence of Absence, Grief, and Magical Thinking
As I think these thoughts now, I’m also wondering whether Ernaux would call them real because I’m not so sure. Continue reading Another Summer Gone: Paris, the Realness of Thoughts & Ernaux’s The Years
This is my third attempt to sit down and write an academic post on J.M. Coetzee’s 1999 novel Disgrace, and it gives me joy that I am not writing it. Continue reading Rilke, Joy, and a Spring Morning That Feels Like Fall
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Felix Natalis, Virginia Woolf. Continue reading “Into the River”: A Tribute to Virginia Woolf
The opposite of death is not life, I don’t think–it is wonder. My grandpa’s words “I don’t want to die” reverberated until they did not. Continue reading Existential Threats & Good Books | 2022 in Review
How many of us, “congenial spirits” are left out there, as Woolf writes in The Voyage Out (1915), “feel[ing] intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.” Continue reading “Ravens, Cream, solitude, sublimity”: Virginia Woolf on Literature & Inner Peace
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