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"Too much traffic"
About Me
- Jenny Davidson
- I have published four novels and four books of literary criticism; I'm currently at work on a book called FOR THE LOVE OF BROKEN THINGS: MY FATHER, EDWARD GIBBON AND THE RUINS OF ROME. I teach in the Department of English and Comparative Literature at Columbia University.
A few pieces
Books
My other blogs
Blog Archive
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- I am happily corrected
- Creative property
- I desperately want
- On Thursday evening at 7:30pm
- The price of empire
- Anthrodermic Bindings, or, Shorthand Made Shorter
- Money versus reputation
- The 'good things' Sunday miscellany
- Them's the cords...
- Better not write novels
- Cadmium
- Boredom, real life and the life of the imagination
- How to get rich quick
- Miscellaneous literary things
- Daniel Mendelsohn's The Lost
- Of Snow Crash and Shakespeare & Co.
- The digested read
- Atheist takedown
- Stephen King's new novel
- Around the edges of work
- A community of sentimental, wealthy, agnostic Adam...
- Delight
- A depressing and somewhat sensationalistic
- Walking across a frozen sea
- At times
- I prefer not to link anymore
- Hospital fiction
- Phantoms in the brain
- This week
- Dante today
- Paul Collins on the closing of CBGB
- Gregoire Bouillier's mother
- The time-torn man
- At Columbia next week
- Sad boys
- On journalism and pariahdom
- The self-promotion of a marketing master
- Public service announcement
- Blood, lipids, marrow
- Forty years on
- This is non-literary
- A forum on memoirs and blogging
- The build-up to the Booker Prize
- A pumped-up version of oneself
- On blood-selling and censorship
- The torpedo of mediocrity
- The adjectival style
- Lots of good things
- Baby steps
- War correspondents
- In York to collect the pay
- At the Guardian
- The technological sublime
- Best kept guinea pig
- Scotch tape and the Houellebecq balloon
- "... more abstinence, wasn't it?"
- Legislating virtue?
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Well, I just don't know what to say to that. One gets so disgusted and figures it's all over, and then maybe not.
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