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 […]

The Lydia Davis Epiphany, Better Late Than Never

I finally figured out how I should read Lydia Davis. It took me long enough, haha. I began making my way through The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis with Break It Down, which I loved, and then followed that with Almost No Memory, which I didn’t so much like. And here came Samuel Johnson is […]

Short Fiction Weekend

I like bibliophilically attacking the weekends. I mean, although I make certain to have time to read during the workdays [train, long lunch breaks, when boss isn't looking, haha], there’s just something free and home about being collapsed on the bed for hours at a time, just reading and not caring. So: Add to the pile […]

marginalia || Almost No Memory, by Lydia Davis

Lydia Davis and I meet again. I have been reading The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis, and just recently finished with Almost No Memory. I reviewed her first short story collection, Break It Down, and I’ll mostly echo what I wrote there. Yeah. Meaning, Nothing much this time around. Especially when it comes to form, […]

elsewhere || “Lydia Davis Breaks It Down” at POC-Metakritiko

My kind-of review of Break It Down, short story collection of Lydia Davis [included in The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis], is up on Metakritiko at The Philippine Online Chronicles: “Lydia Davis Breaks It Down.” Well. That’s all, really. I mean, click, if you’re so inclined. I like this collection, though with reservations. And I […]

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 […]