Category: Nonfiction

I saw Jeanette Winterson read excerpts from this book back in March, and it was satisfying to recognize certain passages&#8212like the part where she talks about how Mrs Winterson, her adopted mother, read Jane Eyre aloud but bowdlerized the ending, improvising in the style of Charlotte Brontë. Mrs Winterson figures large in this book, as…

Summer is my least favorite season: I don’t do so well with heat and humidity, which are pretty much the defining characteristics of summer in New York. Meanwhile, stores and office buildings and subway cars are over-air-conditioned in over-compensation, so I feel like I spend my time either sweltering or freezing. Summer has its pleasures,…

I was reading this book on the train last night, and the woman next to me asked if I was an artist—because I was reading a book about color. “No, just interested,” I said, and then she asked about the subtitle, which is “How One Man Invented a Color that Changed the World.” “So, how…

I started this book feeling a little grumpy: when I finish reading a novel and pick up a work of nonfiction, it requires a little adjustment—and maybe this is especially true when switching from a novel to episodic nonfiction like this book. Eating started not as a book but as a recipe column in the…

So. Hi again. It’s February, and it’s been nearly a month since I last posted here. During that time period I moved (not far: from Park Slope proper to the edge of Park Slope/Windsor Terrace). There was much packing, much unpacking, and much packing-and-unpacking-related angst. There was not much reading around moving day: my brain…

In Nocturne, James Attlee really pleasingly tells the stories of his various moon-focused journeys. He’s interested in exploring the role of moonlight in art/culture/life, both historically and now, in a time when light pollution means people in general see less of the moon and are probably less aware of the moon than in the past.…

Mm, books. Like, apparently, a lot of other people, I have a habit of acquiring books and then letting them sit on my shelves, unread, while I read something else. I don’t actually buy a ton of books—I do buy some that I’m particularly excited about, and I’m definitely guilty of, say, buying paperbacks at…

The front cover of this chapbook features a cow in a field, looking stolid and a little bit curious: ears wide apart and forward, one front hoof planted a little ahead of the other. The grass is green, and so are the trees behind it. The back cover is a continuation of the same picture,…