• T.S. Eliot Proves Your High School English Teacher Wrong On the eve of another face-freezing snowstorm, we literarians on the East Coast have nothing better to do than argue the merits of a rye versus bourbon Manhattan (trying one of each, probably, to know which tastes better), and revel in the lovely letters of T.S. Eliot, particularly a passage in which he modestly compares […] Literary Man 0 Comments January 3, 2018
  • I Still Love You New York Last summer, we left the city of New York. Our Cherokee (the old boxy type, hurriedly but lovingly bought in a crowded lot in Long Island) was loaded down with precious cargo- things too special to load into the moving truck. A note from translator Gregory Rabassa inscribed into Cortazar’s HOPSCOTCH, my¬† grandmother’s demitasse cups. […] Verbal Vixen 0 Comments August 12, 2014