In general, my memory is pretty terrible. I remember books; I remember their stories, their characters, whether I enjoyed the work or not. But I rarely remember details of the circumstances under which I read them: where I was sitting, what was around me, the physical, sensory scene in my real life. But sometimes the … Continue reading The ultimate reading experience: when your real life setting jibes with (or opposes) the one in your book
“In the morning I walked down the Boulevard to the rue Soufflot for coffee and brioche. It was a fine morning. The horse-chestnut trees in the Luxembourg gardens were in bloom. There was the pleasant early-morning feeling of a hot day. I read the papers with the coffee and then smoked a cigarette. The flower-women … Continue reading Dystopia – to go or not to go?
I have been stumped by a question that, for a Southern woman who reads a lot of books, should be easy: who are your some of your favorite Southern women writers? I saw the question on the Facebook page for a journal that published one of my essays earlier this year. With my fingertips poised … Continue reading Reading Southern Women