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The Astonishing Power of a Book about Nothing: Woolf’s “Orlando”

I have just finished reading Virginia Woolf’s Orlando: A Biography. It is a shocking, confusing, and engaging book. I am reeling from this … well, I’ll call it a novel. And I can say almost nothing about it or it … Continue reading

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My Birthday Wish

A few hours ago I turned 38. I’ll be blunt. As I tear another page from my life’s calendar, I know exactly what I would like for my birthday. Forget silk ties, Over The Hill coffee mugs, and gift certificates … Continue reading

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