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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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November
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- Hodgepodge
- "Vive l'Haggis!"
- Nicely gruesome
- Upcoming
- Blue books
- The Holy Gospel Diner
- Blockheads
- More wolves
- A ham and coleslaw roll
- The round-up
- Nameless heroes
- Real-estate confessionals
- Fantastic
- Preamble
- Love's blind spots
- Iced gems
- Speaking volumes
- CHICKEN CHICKEN
- Concrete
- On dying young
- The humble hog
- Ley-lines
- Woodpecker hammer
- Figments of the auditory imagination
- The Longitudes Examin'd
- Abi Normal
- Former exuberance
- Frazzled-out members of society
- The ghostly wolf
- Inquisitions
- Pink milk for breakfast
- The look and feel of the seventies
- Yearning
- Temples of books
- The pure ice
- Fighting with bicycles
- "Perhaps there is a Lord somewhere"
- Great geniuses of literature
- Minimum rates
- Flies, ointment
- Winter words
- Bloodsongs
- The portfolio existence
- "Oh shimmy!"
- "My grandmother wore a wig"
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I didn't expect that quote at the end. What a sad story and I agree; what on earth was she doing out there all alone?
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