Category Archives: Fiction

Henry Pulling’s Middle Age Crisis

Posted on April 17, 2014 by Lizzie Ross

Graham Greene, Travels with My Aunt (1969) Nestled in a playground near my apartment is a Little Free Library, to which I frequently contribute, and from which I frequently borrow, although I’ve yet to return any of the borrowed books. The other … Continue reading →

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Beauty is a curse

Posted on February 19, 2014 by Lizzie Ross

A review of The Prisoner of Zenda on Calmgrove’s blog inspired today’s post. At his urging, I found a copy of The Heart of Princess Osra, Anthony Hope’s prequel to his dashing Victorian romance about Ruritania. Zenda is set in the late 1800s; Osra 150 years … Continue reading →

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Library dreams

Posted on January 21, 2014 by Lizzie Ross

Are you the type of reader who envies librarians their workdays spent in the stacks, surrounded by the smell of printer’s ink on yellowed paper? Do you dream of being locked in a library? Do you weep with poor Henry Bemis when … Continue reading →

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Ocean (Dostoyevski) or Cellophane (Vonnegut)?

Posted on September 7, 2013 by Lizzie Ross

Breakfast of Champions (1973), Kurt Vonnegut, 303 pp. I have to start with 2 quotes: A sacred picture of Saint Anthony alone is one vertical, unwavering band of light. If a cockroach were near him, or a cocktail waitress, the picture … Continue reading →

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Shops and marriages

Posted on August 17, 2013 by Lizzie Ross

Part 2 of my appreciation of Sylvia Townsend Warner: One Thing Leading to Another (1984), Sylvia Townsend Warner This posthumous collection begins with four short stories featuring Mr. Edom, the proprietor of Abbey Antique Galleries, and his invaluable assistant Mr. Collins. … Continue reading →

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Dealing with water

Posted on August 16, 2013 by Lizzie Ross

A conversation with another blogger reminded me of this author, one of my favorites. So this and the next two days’ posts are resurrected from my other blog. Winter in the Air (1955) and The Innocent and the Guilty (1971), by Sylvia Townsend … Continue reading →

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