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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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- His rocking horse is making excellent progress
- The moving toyshop
- Shards
- A rapturous human being
- Double input
- Announcements for the Columbia-bound
- A sense of proportion
- A book I will pretty much certainly not read
- Quoting Proust
- New spats
- A sensible communal decision to stay in bed as lon...
- Free Parking
- Welcome to this situation
- Luke Warm
- Fried drawings
- It is too bad
- Janeites
- Hubris clobbered by Nemesis
- The swimming pool library
- The minnow file
- The poor little red ship
- Pharmaceutical grade swansdown
- Comfort in literature
- Thanksgiving
- The puritan and the hedonist
- Bubble, ooze & drip
- S-P-A-M M-A-P-S
- An iron room
- Breaking eggs
- Flesh and bones
- 22 was a funnier number than 14
- The unstoppable Will-to-Funniness
- Cripples have their motion
- AWOL for the weekend
- "Armadiloo"
- The Gorillas' Wedding
- A small ungulate, possibly a duiker
- Thor drugs you with soup
- A singing mouse, an enormous head, a walking skeleton
- The Beijing Weather Modification Office
- Going avant-garde
- Le sens des sons
- Tolstoy's style
- The monkey invasion
- Sole Street
- Starbucked
- Of what may be done in swimming
- A golden labrador, a Van der Graaf generator and a...
- The hive mind
- Aposiopesis redux
- To chair is human
- The "Razlle-Dazlle"
- Memento Mailer
- Soft porn designed for grannies
- Servant to a wild man in himself
- A meal, a kip, a cup of tea
- The moral science
- Toothsome/aposiopesis
- Annotation
- A Rabbit Hare Coat
- The giving vein
- Ubiquitous computing
- Sent to me
- Polishing his name-plate unobserved
- Toms and hens
- Diverted Question, Russian Doll, Sugar Lumps
- A single sound whack
- The Ark of Studies
- Wrinkly tin
- Lying in wait for the Bobbitt worm
- On the town
- The Night Climbers
- Develope, mentionned, checque
- A real shoe lady
- A head on a stick
- Punnishness
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All I can say is: they don't review my books in the London Times either. (They did review one of them in the New Scientist, but I think that was some sort of mistake.) It seems a bit much for someone writing in a commercial genre field to complain that his books aren't getting taken seriously. I thought that was supposed to be a strength of genre fiction, that it is free of snobbish constraints.
ReplyDeleteOr he can take the long view and just wait until he's been dead for 20 years and then become famous. That worked for Philip K. Dick.