Apr, 27 2018 | no responses
After my daughter’s birth in 2002, there were nights I sat in the rocking chair next to her crib, understanding that the world would be better if I killed myself. And her. I’d grip the arms of the chair and flex every muscle in my body to stop myself. One night, I walked into the room where her father was reading and sat on the edge of the bed beside him. I admitted I had no feelings—for him, for her, for myself—but that we could be friends; we could raise her together. We’d be fine. Our lives would be fine.
Diving Makes the Water Deep
Apr, 10 2018 | no responses
For Savich, there is no difference between that which is learned in the world and the learning that can happen in a poem; the one aids the other and vice versa.
Surfing with Sartre
Mar, 29 2018 | no responses
The philosophical attitude of existentialism so perfectly fits our time, you’d think it was invented for us.
The Implacable Urge to Defame: Cartoon Jews in the American Press, 1877-1935
Mar, 05 2018 | no responses
In this timely book, Matthew Baigell examines cartoon images of Jews published in mainstream American magazines in the late-nineteenth and early-twentieth centuries.
A History of Nomadism
Feb, 26 2018 | no responses
My family didn’t move to these places, but their shapes, their possible breaths, bumped against my own history, my immediate future, parallel universes that might suddenly rope around my present, palpitating self.
Deep Salt Water
Jan, 18 2018 | no responses
Deep Salt Water is neither political nor didactic; rather, it is a text that transcends genre and uses the ocean and the life that exists within it as a lexicon for the necessary act of forgiveness.