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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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2010
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January
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- Unfinished
- "On the Subject of Sex"
- Mellifluous selves
- Money, freedom, anxiety
- Cockles and mussels
- Wednesday miscellany
- Error correction
- A pot of honey
- Writing fitness
- Light reading miscellany
- Polished withholding
- Wolf row
- How Cadburys fought the war
- How to be inappropriate?
- Flower of Kent
- "Aphorizing public menaces"
- Truth
- January ploys redux
- January ploys
- Sunday miscellany
- Breeding redux
- Framed
- Miscellany
- "The dog marriage season"
- Devastation
- Pistachio
- "Aamon, Abigor, Abracace, Adramelech"
- Bloater paste
- The world's first sex robot?
- Convergences
- On the road
- Small worlds
- Iced buns
- Light reading catch-up
- Rogue sociology
- "We're really circumspect"
- Bagatelles pour un massacre
- The 2000s
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This reminds me of the story Richard Wilbur tells in "Parts of a World." Wallace Stevens was at some literary event, somewhat drunk and gregrarious and holding court, entertaining people with jokes. He sees Wilbur and becomes very serious. He says something like Wilbur, what are you doing here? You should be living like a monk. Real poets live like monks! Or something to that effect. Happy new year, by the way!
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