What if the novel in you is one you yourself would never read? A beach novel, a blockbuster, a long, windy, character-driven literary drama that ends sadly? What if the one novel in you is the opposite of your idea of yourself?
― Alexander Chee, How to Write an Autobiographical Novel: Essays
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Sometimes it's harder to notice a place you think you know well; your eyes glide over it, seeing it but not seeing it at all. It's almost as if familiarity gives you a kind of temporary blindness. I had to force myself to look harder and try to see beyond the concept of library that was so latent in my brain. ― Susan Orlean, The Library Book
“Start asking the men in the industry how they’re going to change things and stop asking women to bare our souls.”
Everyone knows a heart is just responsible for filling a thing with blood, except it never fills love with blood because no one can do that because love comes when it wants and it leaves when it wants and it gets on an airplane and goes wherever it wants and no one can ever ask love not to do that, because that is part of the risk of love, the worthwhile risks of it, that it will leave if it feels like leaving and that is the cost of it and it is worth it, worth it, worth it.
Catherine Lacy, The Healing Center
How effortlessly we forget the Spanish word for chard.
“Some of us are Norman Mailer, but others of us are middle-aged Portland housewives.”
The bill for the kids’ piano lessons loomed. Although I have to cajole and bribe them into practicing, when they finally play, there’s nothing that brings more warmth and life to a house than the sound of a piano. Practice, I tell them. Give yourself something no one can shut down or take away.
Jenny Shank: I’m Doing a Reverse Marie Kondo on My Life
We’re sitting there eating our lunch and talking about the overdue library book we just finished and a dozen mariachis walk in and sit at the next table. It totally made my day.
Did you know the name AirBnB is derived from the original title of the classic fairytale The Three Bottles of Rancid Vegetable Oil and The Wise Old Jar of Unlabelled Spices? It’s true.
Hiram took this photo of me getting a shave at the shop “Famous” near where we are staying in Mexico City’s Roma neighborhood. This is the first time I have gotten a shave at a barber shop. I don’t think the barber, Diego, believed I speak Spanish because we both had to repeat ourselves a lot. Or perhaps this being my first shave in Spanish, I was speaking Spanish but not the Spanish you use when getting a shave. Perhaps because I didn’t understand what he was asking me to do or perhaps because I continue to be haunted by the beautiful film Roma, when Diego put the chair down and told me to stretch out, I tried to put legs up like the film’s protagonist Cleo at her OB Gyn appointment. It was a good shave.