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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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- Miscellanies
- Cosmological vertigo
- Two kilograms
- "Man swimmeth by nature"
- The abysmal depths
- The zoo's first Chinese panda
- "Better safe than sorry"
- Haber/Babel
- Musical alignments
- A drawer of umlauts
- Crime-busters
- Born yellow
- Simulation
- Vegetable beaux
- Gray brainspill
- "A mazurka is a Polish Dance"
- Goth!
- Serendipity
- Death and the maiden
- Lurking in the real
- Reading in Philadelphia
- The pull of the sea
- Studs
- "Il va vite"
- Jaunty tableaux
- Tupperware men and Melamine women
- Collaborative
- British delights
- Poached!
- Scale models
- "Let them see kitsch"
- Creaturely
- Strange matter
- Musical lunch
- Bucket lists
- Lotteries of life
- Flights of fancy
- What I have been doing this week
- Splitting
- Elective affinities
- A nursery of snails
- Wintering
- Three sandwiches
- "Line!"
- Dissections
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This could be a resource for a darkly comic science fiction story. How would transport a moose to the battlefield? And what would an exploding moose look like?
ReplyDeleteOops it shows how tired I am, it was mongoose not moose.
ReplyDeleteI was feeling kind of knackered myself, but then this mental image of an exploding moose woke me right up.
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