Recently, two unusual objects entered my life: an icon, and an old newspaper article. The icon, of St. Nicholas (good name), was made in Minsk -- the gift of a Belarus friend. The saint's holy image is painted on a thin slip of parchment that's been pasted to the smooth side of a piece of … Continue reading Relic, relique, reliquus: Part I
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The true writer is always a student
....That's the lesson I repeatedly get from cruising the writers of WordPress - there's a community here aimed at exchanging ideas, not self-promotion. It's also a lesson glaringly obvious on every page of the latest book by Ursula K. Le Guin, "Finding My Elegy: New and Selected Poems" (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt), which was published in … Continue reading The true writer is always a student
Vague horrors on Halloween
Henry James couldn't write a ghost story (all you Jamesians out there, my apologies - I can't help saying that), but another James could. Not William. Not Alice. I'm talking about Montague Rhodes -- neither kith nor kin to the other three. James was the fellow who impressed H.P. Lovecraft - an old Etonian, bachelor … Continue reading Vague horrors on Halloween
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