CRYSTAL CITY

CRYSTAL CITY

Paul Scheerbart (1863-1915) was a German writer of the turn of the nineteenth century; today we would call him a sci-fi author. In 1914 he wrote a novel with the unwieldily title The Grey Cloth and Ten Percent of White. The protagonist is an architect, more...
THE TROPIC OF GRIEF

THE TROPIC OF GRIEF

Shortly after my wife died, a friend emailed me a quote from Julian Barnes’s Levels of Life, which deals in part with the death of his wife of twenty-nine years.  “This is what those who haven’t crossed the tropic of grief often fail to understand,” Barnes wrote, “the...
GOING ON

GOING ON

Years ago, when Shirley and I lived in Quebec, we regularly took a few days off during the winter to stay at a country inn in the Laurentians, north of Montreal. It was run by a German family, and the hearty food—schnitzel and kartoffelklöße—was a big part of the...
A GOOD CAUSE

A GOOD CAUSE

Home: A Celebration, just published by Rizzoli, is a beautiful book in a good cause; it’s a fundraiser for No Kid Hungry. The interior decorator Charlotte Moss has brought together essays, poems, sketches, and photographs by a variety of authors, including Joyce...
MOXIE

MOXIE

It is eight weeks since Shirley died. I still can’t get used to saying “I” and “mine” rather than “we” and “our.” I look at old photographs a lot. This is one when she was a student in a convent school with the sisters of the Congrégation de Notre-Dame in Montreal....
FUNERAL BLUES

FUNERAL BLUES

A friend sent me these lines from Auden’s “Funeral Blues”: . . . my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, Yes.