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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.
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- The competitive society
- Sightings
- On vacation
- Catch-up
- Pearly kings and queens
- All-time bestsellers
- "I have never ended on an unstressed syllable"
- Literary stardom
- Orange Gatorade
- Fleas, flukes and cuckoos
- Wakefulness
- "Because I like to put skies in"
- Adventures in research
- Fur by the yard
- Blue flowers
- Age-banded
- "A 'chunky' human child"
- Fits and starts
- Coding
- Tight spots
- Travelocity
- Swim lit
- Young Wittgenstein
- Rogue agents
- Rules of evidence
- "Top speed 27 mph!"
- Elevenses
- Wittgensteiniana
- "Nothing sounds like feet but feet"
- Running out of 4s
- Snoopology
- Steinbeckiana
- A historiography of empathy?
- "This is great, Ed"
- Dupe wasps
- Light reading round-up
- Athleta Britannicus
- The fury of Achilles
- Bone fone
- Scale
- Novelistic
- Ghosts
- Perpetual Motion Food
- The Dynamite
- Heavy water
- Sniper school
- "This tiny thing"
- "The truth was that he wasted time!"
- People reading
- Snug
- 600 letters an hour
- Not somebody's monkey child
- A product that runs through time
- The ticket onto the rollercoaster
- Communing with fish
- Sordid propensities
- Supermarket delicacies
- Bookishness
- Gap years
- Kipple, gubbish, Substance D
- It's official
- Primary colors
- Footloose
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Too bad writers don't get that kind of care.
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