Reflections · reading · arguing with the page
notes from the margins, kept in public
Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.”
A note before we begin
I read to argue with my own thinking
— and to lose.
I have been a reader longer than I have been almost anything else. English literature was my degree, but more truthfully it was the first country I lived in — crowded, foreign, occasionally violent, always more honest than the place I was actually from.
What you'll find here are notes from the margins: books I keep returning to, sentences I cannot stop thinking about, and the occasional small argument with a writer who has been dead for two hundred years. I do not write reviews. I write the conversation a book starts, and where it leaves me.
A book that doesn't change you a little
isn't a book you actually read.
It is, at best, a pleasant hour.
Latest · still thinking about it
the most recent margin note.
Notes · Questions · Arguments
More from the margins.
· in the queue ·
By Hand
on writing notes on paper
— soon
№ 01· in the queue ·
In the Margins
marginalia, and the writers who made an art of it
— soon
№ 02· in the queue ·
The Books I’ve Read Four Times
what changes on the fourth reading
— soon
№ 03· in the queue ·
Journal, or Notebook
on keeping both
— soon
№ 04· in the queue ·
On Quitting a Book
abandoning a book as self-knowledge
— soon
№ 05
THE DISPATCH · ONCE A MONTH · NEVER TWICE
A letter, a postcard, a recipe, a small argument with myself.
In college, I copied lectures by hand while my classmates filmed the professor on cassette recorders. I'm sixty-two now, learning Spanish, and still filling notebooks. On why handwriting is the one method that works for me — and what Pushkin and Coleridge knew about writing in the margins of books.