If you’re lucky – and if you aren’t selflessly devoting your time to things like emergency medical services or highway safety or the long-haul trucking on which so much of the rest of the season depends – the holidays represent an island of rest. True, you might have lots of traveling to do, family
By Steve DonoghueI presided over a sad private ceremony last weekend. Well, it wasn’t entirely private – my bossy little Schnauzer was technically present, but she was entirely indifferent. I myself was anything but indifferent, because the ceremony was the death of a book.The book was George Dangerfield’s once-classic 1935 work of history, “The Strange […]
You come back home from Little League coaching and see the cat lolling lazily in the sunlight. You notice that you still have your game whistle hanging around your neck.
I’ve recently had an infectious quote ringing in my head for weeks, one of those quotes that robs you of your peace and just won’t go away.
Around about the 1950s, the American literary establishment, never exactly nimble on its feet, noticed that its world had changed about a decade earlier.