Books
Friendship in Paris
Chères amies, chers amis, If you are headed to Paris in October—or perhaps are already there—please stop by for one of my conversations—with friends—about My
September 30, 2019
Noted
The perils of pencils
It’s been impossible not to follow and mourn the crisis in Paris. The attacks have compelled as much attention as the events of 9/11, when
January 10, 2015
Noted
By the numbers…
I’ll be staying with a friend for a few days in Paris later this summer. To thank her for her hospitality I decided to treat
June 16, 2014
Paris Memoir
Where were you when you learned that President Kennedy was shot?
What does a memoirist really remember? Mortifying to confess, I remember where I was when I heard the news of the event in relation to
November 21, 2013
Paris Memoir
COUNTDOWN TO PUBLICATION: Breathless Is Out! Read Chapter One Today. (Please?)
This my fourth and final Countdown to Publication. Wish me luck. It’s even in two bookstores in Brooklyn. For the first time in my life
November 14, 2013
Paris Memoir
COUNTDOWN: “Is it you?”
This is the third installment of my “countdown to publication” for the members of shewrites.com A few months ago, I showed the book jacket of
November 7, 2013
Noted
What’s in a name?
A few days ago I received an email from a high school friend I haven’t seen for many years. She said that on a recent
June 13, 2013
Paris Memoir
Is Twenty-Seven Old?
At some point in the interesting new movie Frances Ha someone declares: “Twenty-seven is old.” In his enthusiastic review film critic A.O. Scott observes: “while
May 30, 2013
Noted
Am I still that person?
A few weeks ago, my friend and former jogging partner Ellen Sweet sent me this snapshot that she had just discovered while scanning old photographs
May 17, 2013
Paris Memoir
January in Paris, Scene 2: Revisiting the Sorbonne
Like most foreigners, I was required to take classes at the Sorbonne, a short walk from the Foyer. I was incredibly excited, as I took
February 28, 2013
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.