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- 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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What's particularly funny about Alice's post is that in the course of last night, despite not knowing about the New Yorker piece, I thought about:
ReplyDelete1 Bill James, because he loves
2 C. C. Sabathia, who was pitching in the baseball game I was watching,
3 Lemurs, because I'd just learned that (of course?) Byron had one, and
4 Moby-Dick, because I was trying to draw on my love of its sprawling immensity to make me more receptive to the potential charms of Infinite Jest, which I was reading.