
My Brilliant Friends
As classes begin, I’m reading page proofs for My Brilliant Friends: Our Lives in Feminism and feeling a bit overwhelmed by the process, especially by
As classes begin, I’m reading page proofs for My Brilliant Friends: Our Lives in Feminism and feeling a bit overwhelmed by the process, especially by
Old-age friendships are slightly different from those made in the past, which consisted largely of sharing whatever happened to be going on. What happens to
I don’t love Facebook, even though I’ve used it, abjectly, to promote my last book. Beyond the obvious embarrassment of self-exposure, the most anxiety-producing feature
Sometimes you just have to give in, admitting, say, you’re just a dumb tourist and buy the tchotchkes on offer. This summer I traveled in
“I wanted to fill my elegy with light of all kinds. But death makes us stingy. There is nothing more to be expended on that,
“We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each piece, each moment, plays its own game,” Montaigne writes. “And there is
Right now, I am at my desk preparing my seminar for tomorrow, but my thoughts keep straying from Holocaust testimony―this week’s subject, as it happens―to
There are lots of jokes about forgotten anniversaries, usually to reprove husbands who have forgotten the anniversary of their marriage. I have forgotten my own
Welcome. Some musings on my current preoccupations with the worlds of illness and the worlds of books, the vicissitudes of living with cancer and the need now, in my eighties, to imagine what new writing might be.