Emily’s contributor copies of Brooklyn Was Mine arrived. It’s such a beautiful book! And I had no idea where the title came from, but there it is, under our boot-soles, in the book’s epigraph: What is it then between us? What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us? Whatever it [...]
One thing that’s lost in the transition from excellent book to excellent film: great paragraphs like this: ‘Can we lie down?’ she said, and thereby murdered his illusion that she couldn’t make a false step. He didn’t want to lie down. He felt so spent, so old. This young woman was offering him a gift; [...]
Oh, man! I neglected to provide the details that I promised before I would post anon. I think I was thinking—if I was thinking at all—that, since the two of you who I know actually visit this page with any kind of frequency (hi Jess! hi Eric!) don’t actually live anywhere near Kingston, would it [...]