Five times that I can remember I’ve fallen for a novel so hard I’ve
inadvertently prayed for its characters. The first was T.H. White’s sprawling,
maudlin Arthurian epic The
The Thracian women who dismembered Orpheus in a fit of rage—the original
desperate housewives—did so, Ovid tells us, because Orpheus scorned them. So
bereft at the loss of his beloved Eurydice,
When J.K. Rowling published her latest novel, The Casual Vacancy, back in
September, many of her devoted readers wanted to know where the magic—overt or
otherwise—had gone. The expectation was
“It seems to me there is no more fascinating subject in the world than the
influence of surroundings on human character.” –Ruth Merton
. . .
“I opened New Seeds of Contemplation for the first time,
Neither audience nor artist should approach art as self-expression. To do so
robs art of its universal applicability. If James Joyce had written strictly to
see himself on paper, A Portrait of the