These photos bring Dickinson to life better than any biography.
Rudyard Kipling’s creations in verse and prose are among the most familiar in the English language. It would be difficult to shield a child in any Anglophone country from Mowgli’s exploits among the wolves, or from an explanation of how the leopard got his spots. Many teenagers are still exposed to the hammering exhortations of “If—,” recently voted the most popular poem in Great Britain:If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
Why quants can't measure historic significance
The stats have an answer. The stats lie.
The Holocaust and the limits of human understanding.
Awards for bad sex writing are literary slut-shaming.
A professor turns a blog post into a troubling book
The heavily-footnoted uplift of 'David and Goliath'
What do you get when you read a book that reinforces your beliefs while making you feel nonconformist?
"It was much, much more fun being absolutely unknown"
"The big thing for me is there’s nothing wrong with escape. Someone who is in a difficult or impossible situation who is offered an unlocked door to somewhere else that they can go through, and they can go through and they can get away..."
Her feuding daughters could learn a lot from it
And her feuding daughters could actually learn a lot from it.
From her obituaries, and the serious critical assessments of her work, I hardly recognize the Doris Lessing I knew. I don’t fault the obit writers (I used to be one) or critics and admirers for attempting the tricky job of collating into a coherent narrative the Bunyanesque episodes and human contradictions in Lessing’s life and work. Indeed, it was not the later “Great Author” who I knew, but a young, romantic, passionate, fiercely ambitious single mother pounding away at a portable typewriter trying—as we all did—to keep it together.