I also picked up three new books at the Saint Mark’s Bookshop this afternoon. Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri, The God of Small Things by Arundati Roy, and Atonement by Ian McEwan. All three fulfill my summer quest to read books that are not written by or about white female twentysomethings living in urban [...]

We walked home from the movie theater on the slate sidewalk between Third and Second Avenues near Tenth street, holding hands. Two figures were lit orange on the path before us, a dog on a leash leading the man. The woman leaned against a tree, smoking. They were talking in hushed tones as the dog [...]

That’s what I’ll write about when I finally sit down here and write. Things have not been ideal recently. Last week I was told that I could not, after all, attend the prestigious writing program at which I’d been wait listed. And I wasn’t told very nicely. Today I quit my job, citing my need [...]

I finally read Mrs. Dalloway straight through. I closed the book and pulled a pillow over my face. Really, I started to cry.
And now I have to reread The Hours, of course, even rent the movie when it’s out on DVD. (I wonder if I can even find the book without Meryl Streep on the [...]