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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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- Swings, roundabouts
- Squeeze machines
- Performative sentences
- A currency of cigarettes
- Bodies electric
- Scrambled and skimble-skambled
- Stained-glass language
- Jeddah
- Living on paper
- Tea and toast
- Headline news
- Filthy Austen
- Monosyllabic puberty
- Pluto platters
- New York living
- The death of an author
- Triffid-like co-tenants
- Facts, fragility of, passim
- Drops of water
- Musing
- Bread-and-butterishness
- Brother of the more famous Jack
- Museums of marzipan
- Closing tabs
- "Sous les pavés la plage"
- Shrimp!
- Chronicles of the IBM Selectric
- "Things are a problem for Mr. Sehgal"
- Amazon wars
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There's something so evocative, so compelling about Nikola Tesla, as if everything he invented was on the shadowy edge of possibility. He was a modern wizard with all the wonderful dark mystery that should attend that title. Now wizards are sterile technophiles with merely complicated, but reproducible results.
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