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To our dead Uncle Nabokov

It’s a pale fire, and then paler still Never to consume more intimate history Never more to creep or twist or twirl through logs Wond’ring if a boy would ever, ever meet this girl Who would think of her—yes, the very lift of my very nose? Or my voice’s cadence—or my...
So What is Your Question

So What is Your Question

So I’m reading Jeb McKenna’s second book.  Why am I reading Jeb?  Because I am also reading Moby Dick and pointing this out to my friends as if it makes me a serious reader of seriously good books.  Two friends say:  Read Jeb McKenna.  You’ve...
Modern Times:  Paul Johnson

Modern Times: Paul Johnson

Modern Times 1/2016 If this were the work of an entire lifetime – the culmination of decades of research – I could understand how one man could do it. But this is just one of his many books. I cannot imagine how he did anything but keep his nose in...