at freddie’s, Penelope Fitzgerald

I finished this a few weeks ago, and have been thinking about it off and on ever since. Like so many of Penelope Fitzgerald’s novels, it’s a book that seems deeply strange, and yet, the more I think about it, the harder I find to explain why. I was tempted to say that it hasContinueContinue reading “at freddie’s, Penelope Fitzgerald”

Notes to Self, Emilie Pine

I spend probably too much time pondering the difference between personal essay and criticism and non-fiction and auto-theory, so there was something kind of pleasing about reading something that was so squarely in the category of personal essays. This is a person writing about her experiences. She writes about her father’s hospitalization in Greece asContinueContinue reading “Notes to Self, Emilie Pine”