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"Too much traffic"
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.
A few pieces
Books
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Blog Archive
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- Disneyana
- A martyr to the weed
- Prosthetica
- Trug
- The come-from-behind ambush technique
- Evolutions of mandarinese
- The Flying Saucer Working Party
- Squeal sheets
- Amuse-gueule
- Faded?
- "I'm really rather lumbered with the library"
- Organ recitals
- 2,000 words a day
- A daily task
- "I don't think he let anybody in the shed"
- Gone but not forgotten
- The truth versus the facts
- Man-of-letterish qualities
- Discretion
- Logbook poetry
- "The body is female"
- The classics
- Gobbeting
- Eco-friendly, carbon-neutral
- "Ya wanna see the Rauschenberg?"
- A lyric speaker
- Havey-cavey
- Egg season
- Blips
- Squeak!
- Showers of blood
- Syllabub in a martini glass
- Clubs of Quidnuncs
- Gloop!
- Andamento
- An egg sculpted in lard, with goggles on
- 100 feet wide
- The aquatic ape?
- A mass of dreary, derailleur-obsessed tour guides
- Single vision
- SHC
- Bibliomania
- Viagravation, sacrilicious
- Back to the future
- Bicycle day
- A colossal eye
- Sibylline leaves
- Geomantic concerns
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Ah, Dahl! I think in many ways everyone's favorite writer, at least for a few years of one's life. I love that he kept all the chocolate wrappers and turned them into a ball, nice habit in a very ex-centric way.
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