Tag Archives: Lydia Davis
Sasha might be enjoying reading the “About the Author” pages a smidge too much –
[This is all obviously off the top of my head. Hello, lazy weekend.] [And thanks to The Boyfriend for letting me borrow his Robert Lowell poetry books for yet another fuzzy book pictorial.] You know the whole la-dee-dah about letting the text speak for itself, the author being dead and all that jazz, the Not […]
Happy Mothers’ Day!
“Mothers,” short story by Lydia Davis. – from Break It Down. Everyone has a mother somewhere. There is a mother at dinner with us. She is a small woman with eyeglass lenses so thick they seem black when she turns her head away. Then, the mother of the hostess telephones as we are eating. This […]
