Anger at a child. How shall I learn to absorb the violence and make explicit only the caring? —Adrienne Rich, Of Woman Born When we meet Mommy she is wearing a mask. She has… Read More

And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, and then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; and thereby hangs a tale. — As You Like It One summer, my Polish… Read More

I was nineteen. (I doubt that this sort of thing happens to people much older than that.) I was a sophomore in college, and had just presented a paper on The Waste Land in… Read More

Michel Houellebecq has published four novels, all of them bitter and miserable. Their pessimism isn’t the only thing to them, or necessarily the most important thing, but it is probably the first that you’ll… Read More