A friend of mine recently mentioned that a book he’d just read was “deeply moving,” that it actually had him in tears—and I was as surprised to hear this as I was jealous. I could not remember the last book to provoke in me a profound emotional response; lately, when I talk about literature, [...]
On Sunday I woke up in a suspiciously good mood. Let’s say it was the weather that got me first: breezes tinged with salt, though we live near no ocean; leaves rustling, as they must, whenever there is a breeze; bees that looked like storybook bumble bees, landing in flowers that bobbed up and [...]
Let’s say that it’s late July, and the year is 1985.
I am ten years old, wearing a suit of shabby gray, a faded white shirt, a tie festooned with squirming red amoebas: paisley, the freakish pattern is called. I am ten years old, I am dour, and I am carrying my burgundy leather bookbag up [...]
Mason and Eleanor and I were rummaging through the basement, looking for a pair of pliers. We’d been assembling an Adirondack chair in the garage when a screw broke off in a knot of wood, and I thought we might be able to pry it out. “Maybe the pliers are on the washing [...]
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