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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.
A few pieces
Books
My other blogs
Blog Archive
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- Killer apps
- Nom de porn
- The collecting gene
- Dutch wives
- What For or Hail Columbia
- Le génitif saxon
- Secret friends
- Orphans, miscellanies
- Foxes, hedgehogs
- Amazing monkeys
- Authorial autopilot
- Egg day
- Angels on horseback
- Moscow monster manual
- Art, lies, statistics
- Seemingly benevolent Overlords?
- Dog wool clothes
- Home
- The British Interplanetary Society
- Tips on becoming a running novelist
- The future in a crate
- Postscript
- Lords of the flies
- Big eyes, long lashes, a long neck
- Lapis lazuli
- Self-taught oologists
- "You can't make an omelet without breaking eggs"
- Wardour Street confectionery
- A man without a side
- Swords and sandals
- The human stain
- The Marconi Archive
- The passport got it
- Mad genius
- Obsolescent technologies
- The early abysmal drafts
- Light reading round-up, thirst-things edition
- "Let's split!"
- Dead mole voodoo
- Flaubertisme
- Death lit
- More badgers
- Fear of flying
- Life changed by Harry Potter
- Johnny-come-latelies
- Youth
- Baseless
- The Model 11A
- An authentic utterance from a soul beyond the tomb
- Matter of fact
- Further frivolities
- Thursday frivolities
- Jailbait vampires
- Something out of the usual run of things
- Brooklyn Ghost Investigations
- "The hyenas are the least of your trouble"
- Dative plural
- Contributional compulsions
- Walking the cat back
- Aks
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Slight reading?
ReplyDeleteYes, it was striking, wasn't it?! The aesthetically mean part of me kind of loves it when they get so blatantly scathing... (hmm, aesthetically mean, what do I mean by that?!)
ReplyDelete"It’s anyone’s guess whether Ms. Picoult accidentally put a rabbi and a rabbit into the same book or was trying to win a bet."
ReplyDeletegiggle.