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on Saturday, January 8, 2011 -
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“Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet, what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?” From The Picture Of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde Little House on the Prairie, 75 Years Later
on Monday, January 11, 2010 -
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Last December, I spent a few days in the feminine utopia of Little Women. This year, I tried Little House on the Prairie, the 1935 children’s book about a pioneer family’s westward expedition. I remembered the elemental aspects of Ma and Pa’s wisdom, a covered wagon, and cornmeal mush, all of which all seemed very reassuring after several long months of working in a brightly lit office cubicle. I made it through the first fifty pages before I was drop dead bored. Why? Read more » More: Books |
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It’s enjoyable to reread classic pieces of literature once every few years to garner a deeper understanding of the work. But it’s not always a Brothers Karamazov kind of day. So sometimes I like to go back to the childhood classics. And by revisiting once beloved texts with a different set of sensibilities, we can decide for ourselves if the things we loved as kids have held up.
