Proust

What is going on .... and why? What's the most important lesson you've learned about writing? First, the process of reading
Love is too weak a word for what I feel - I lurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F's, yes I have to invent, of
Seated at the kitchen table in her floor-length silk chuba dress and gold-and-coral jewelry, my grandmother showed me and
An endless literary masterpiece condensed to its sensible essentials.
Louis Begley has written 11 novels, the latest, Killer, Come Hither, features Jack Dana, a Marine infantry officer who was wounded while serving in Iraq and Afghanistan. He has become a writer, with his debut novel skyrocketing to bestselling status.
Now, I know I'm risking mailbags of angry letters from his millions of fans, but one of the fascinating things about Knausgaard is that he has nothing to say. Nothing interesting, that is.
I realize that, in fact, fashion is deeply interesting to me. It's about who we are, who we were, who we might become. Coco Chanel said, "Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street; fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening."
The suburban office parks that started to go up in the 1950s in the golden age of the automobile and cheap gasoline, are, like suburban malls and big-box stores, generally boring and sterile places, with forgettable knock-off Modernist or Post-Modernist architecture and vast parking lots. Most have not aged well.
Macbeth is surely one of the worst hosts ever dreamed up by a playwright, but he has plenty of company in literature as a whole.
The nun in me isn't very devoted. Running plotting against every angel Who seems an obvious guide. Wanting, wanton Stuffed