For a great while I’ve been away from reading short stories of real length—instead flipping back through Etgar Keret’s The Nimrod Flipout for three-page jolts of inspiration. But when I…
I hate agreeing with Harold Bloom. But what can I say? I fall easily and oddly and often (if sceptically) into Bloom’s spells of (particular) historical illumination and (annoying) lucidity.
Children’s books have always presented, in a sense, a kind of unique menace. They are among the first lengthy exposures that our children have which are dedicated to learning language.…