Swimming pool of tininess!
Will I never learn?!?...
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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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- A bottle imp
- Herrings galore
- A poached egg and a double Jack Daniels
- Natterer's, pipistrelles
- Avant-garde documentaries
- Three links
- The black cat club, readers' edition
- A dried chameleon and the eardrum of a lion
- The third ear
- An arabesque on the usual formula
- The authorial life
- Plumb lines
- Out of sight, out of mind
- Boxes, bags, bundles redux
- Testimonials
- The best possible images
- Salamander crossings
- A queen of light reading
- Creeping chervil
- Shell games
- Free letters
- Postscript
- The pro-zoo camp
- Penmanship
- Kindling
- Monday grumbling
- Alone enough to read
- Cold comforts
- Furry things
- Light reading catch-up (travel edition)
- Camblets and calimanco
- 42
- The Western tradition
- Drunk-dialing Agatha Christie
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One of the pools that remain vivid in my memory is a glass-bottomed one on the top floor of a South African hotel, from which you could look down to the atrium. You can imagine the delight my children, good swimmers all, took in it!
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