Mary Todd Lincoln knew a lot of grief. Her mother
died when she was 6. She lost three of her four children and was sitting
beside her husband the night he was assassinated. When I picture he
I once caught a whiff of a wet woolen
overcoat. Before you could say “Sister Mary Magdalene,”
I was transported to the winter of 1956 and a grade-school
Call me cantankerous, but I didn’t want to like
Field Notes on the Compassionate Life. Sure that in the background I was hearing strains from the
’60s musical Hair, I wondere
Chicago Noir isn’t
about a newspaper, although after reading it I kept thinking of the old
riddle “What’s black and white and red all over?” The
stage sets in th
AloftBy Chang-rae Lee (Riverhead Trade, 384 pages,
paperback edition, 2005, $14)
At one point in his life Jerry Battle may have been a
daring young man in his flying machine, but now he’s
“No one’s death comes to pass
without making some impression, and those close to the deceased
inherit part of the liberated soul and become richer in their
Though it has been more than 10 years since my husband
moved to the Midwest from Boston, his amazement at the prairie remains
fresh. Driving to Chicago, he’ll point out the window and
Paul Muldoon teaches poetry at Princeton University,
won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 2003 for his collection Moy Sand and Gravel , and has
been hailed by the Times Literary Supplemen
Number 9, number 9, number 9 . . . No, John Lennon hasn’t booked a return
engagement, but wordsmiths are singing the praises of something
almost as good. More than 30
Remember writing your first college term paper?
Depending on when you were in school, you browsed the library shelves or
Googled the Internet. Your title was something profound, like “