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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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- The wobble
- A teemingness of rubrics
- Literary minefields
- Amazing rare things
- "My my I do like to work"
- Carnivorous boarding
- Scanner = 1; camera = 0
- "More public-spirited pigs"
- Pig racing
- The counterfactual mode
- Syringed
- 1950s B-movie soundtracks
- Ostrich Eggshell Beads
- Convergences
- Monasticism
- Double life
- "A word not elegant, nor in use"
- Nests, ninnies
- Narratives of decline
- Just in case
- Clover's lithotomy crutch
- It is not funny, but...
- Postscript
- Dagwood Splits the Atom
- "Still works fine after that hefty dose of radiation"
- "A film star on a biscuit box"
- The Cape
- Exclusivity
- "Sunny!"
- Riverside Drive
- A string down the middle of the bed
- Rooms with a view
- "Not a stomachache"
- Unsend
- The finger
- Windex meringue
- Playing catch-up
- Transported
- Thursday miscellany
- Back from the internet black hole
- AWOL
- "It would be mad, unnecessary"
- Nipped
- Arrangements
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I encourage you to do it! I got one in San Fran a few years back, and learning to play it is very interesting, you must hold very physically still (not as natural as it may sound) and "play the air" near the machine. That said, you can do the B-movie soundtracks right away! 'Good Vibrations' takes a little longer. ;)
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Gosh, I have had theremin aspirations myself...but have been to cash strapped to take the plunge...maybe someday!
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