This summer is my sixth at Summer Classics, and I’m fortunate to be re-reading Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway with seventeen other people and two tutors, as professors are called here.
Girl vs. Bull
I know Doris Duke would have enjoyed seeing the statue of a little girl confronting the bull of Wall Street.
This I Can Do
Writers have never been paid a living wage… never a princely—or princessly sum—our incomes are now not equal to sustaining even a modest life.
Books That Changed My Life
I have special respect for teachers because I finally had to admit, a few years ago, that I can’t do it… at least not directly.
Something Has Gone Wrong
Something has gone wrong with this country, and I don’t know how or exactly when.
The Stones We Stand On: Reading The Greeks
I’m trying, with a good deal of anxiety, to put together what I know and believe with the suppositions and proofs of the ancient Greek philosophers. They use a language and a way of thinking, totally abstract—almost—that is as foreign to me as the abstruse calculations each member of my class must write, from memory, on the blackboard.