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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 want to live in a really big monastic cell with all my stuff. Actually, I kind of do.
ReplyDeleteI'm not an expert, but I'm not sure if a cell filled with all your stuff would qualify as "monastic".
ReplyDeleteGiven that someone actually felt the need to write in to point that out, I guess my comment didn't qualify as a "joke."
ReplyDeleteSorry, Phil!
ReplyDeleteThe fact that I am an idiot should have no bearing on the quality of your joke.
(I was trying to be funny, too)