Monthly Archives: November 2014

Tuesday Poetry: Jon Pineda’s “Translation”

Translation By Jon Pineda We thought nothing of it, he says, though some came so close to where we slept. I try to see him as a boy, back in the Philippines, waking to the sound of machine guns. His … Continue reading

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Book Reviews! I Write Them!

My first review for My Books has just been posted on My Entertainment World. I share my thoughts on Claire Messud’s latest novel, The Woman Upstairs. Looking forward to turning the critical lens to a new medium. If there’s any … Continue reading

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The 50 Year Argument: Film Profiles of Great Minds

I have watched (and re-watched, and re-watched) Martin Scorsese and David Tedeschi’s filmed love letter to the New York Review of Books, celebrating its 50th anniversary last year: The Fifty Year Argument (2014). This documentary is a smorgasbord of intellectual, … Continue reading

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New Republic: 100 Years

The New York Times let me know a few mornings ago that The New Republic is turning 100. The first issue of this envelope-pushing publication came out on November 7th, 1914. Franklin Foer, the magazine’s current editor, has stated that … Continue reading

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New Boston Bookstore: Papercuts in JP

Good news, local bibliophiles: on November 29th, a new book store will open its doors in Jamaica Plain: Papercuts JP. To learn more about the new store’s promising foundation, check out Boston Magazine’s profile of the owner, Kate Layte.

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Tuesday Poetry: Bishop’s “One Art”

 “One Art” By Elizabeth Bishop (from poetryfoundation.org) The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of … Continue reading

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Tuesday Poetry: Lowell’s “Home After Three Months Away”

  “Home After Three Months Away” Gone now the baby’s nurse, a lioness who ruled the roost and made the Mother cry. She used to tie gobbets of porkrind in bowknots of gauze– three months they hung like soggy toast … Continue reading

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