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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.
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- Scratching-posts
- Long-range hybrids
- A little help from my friends
- Webworms
- The telluric screw, or chemical patience
- Quarantine island
- Dancer scorn
- By special request
- Five eggs or 5 American people dollars
- Et si je n'avais pas lu . . . ~ And if I hadn't re...
- Extracurricular
- Writing maxims
- And because I cannot resist
- Aliens having sex
- A panic boredom
- The rib chop
- The plot thickens
- Tarn-swimming
- Getting back to the self
- Contemporary music
- Exciting vegetables
- Heredity does not go as far as this
- On perfectibility
- Wonderful Englishes
- "The goal is to use as much chainsaw as possible"
- Bonfire of the brands
- The anti-war position
- Your voluptuous spaniel
- The dictates of reason
- The rational and the desiring part
- Get a Sight of the naked Body
- Drifting into the mannequin
- Waifs, stray, orphans
- The Makepeace Institute of Integrated Dragon Studies
- The smell of napalm in the morning
- Aliens
- Backyard astronomy
- The lovely alphabet
- Alphabet talk
- Gazing upwards, as it were
- They were even using the word 'hermeneutic'!
- 3 painful hours and 32 dreadful minutes
- The trouble with lichen
- All endowed widh speech
- Life stories
- The living version
- The innate human capacity for self-deception
- The sheer joy of wild swimming
- Cafe Society
- Character flaws
- Secret masterpieces
- The lovely semi-colon
- The testes of our Grandsire Adam
- A limbic ecstasy
- They wanted something amazing in tile
- Illegible to me
- Cartographers take a position
- Mercutio on the medlar
- The languid throwing of a line
- Running from the rain
- Delightful things
- On advancement
- Soul for knowledge
- Crab, crab, I can't eat crab
- The high line
- A rational or a stupid
- More Gibson
- The designing hand
- The duration of now
- On makeup
- Music therapy
- Tantalus for readers
- Curse all learning experiences
- Nice to be nice
- The freakishness of the inland
- Jane Austen mania
- The cardinal rules of acronymy
- Phillips screwdrivers and Allen wrenches
- Cherries and a big blond dog
- Triathlon spendthrift
- Billingsgate
- A spirited monkey
- The geek rapture
- The fern spike
- Manhattan projects
- A tryst for the ages
- Notes to future self
- Frozen shoulder
- The change
- Frequencies
- The taper
- Tubular
- The pure and calm friendship that reading is
- A proportional Jack Russell 2
- An experiment on Oscar
- Stories of development
- The city of brotherly love
- Two good links
- Compass and clock
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Dear Jenny --
ReplyDeleteDon't take this the wrong way, but I personally am quite inspired that you have also taken a serious interest in Helen's rantings and ravings. I know nothing, but I know enough that the fact that you look after her in a way --- with your comments and such --- means a great deal, and that, please-please, you should continue. She needs our love and respect. And we must continue to give it freely.