Tuesday, February 26, 2013

News at Eleven: I enjoyed, too, her strange

Preparations for the Journey describing, in what seems as clear as a line drawing, a horse--except, as you look more closely, everything wavers. A poem about doubt. And Nothing Sets My Heart Aflame is a brilliantly shrewd piece about buying into the past. It ends: "Every time I think a new thought I can smell an old one burning." And that means an enormous fire--so many new thoughts are kindled here.

Our Love Could Spoil Dinner by Emily Berry

We always breakfast with the biographer.

from The Guardian: Dear Boy by Emily Berry--review


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