Only a few years ago I wanted to read Marcel Proust for two reasons. Continue reading “In Search of Free Time: My Bookmark Reflection on Proust”
That we’ve broken their statues,
that we’ve driven them out of their temples,
doesn’t mean at all that the gods are dead.
O land of Ionia, they’re still in love with you,
their souls still keep your memory. Continue reading “Reading American Gods and Measuring Cult Fiction”
Note from Me: I planned to publish these stories last November, when I was actually turning 25. Continue reading “Even and Odd: 25 Years of Travel Stories”
I had hardly started upon reading a delight of a short novel before I was texting my father, Continue reading “The News from Cannery Row: John Steinbeck’s “Sweet Thursday””