The Philosophy of Separation: Why Art Owes You Nothing

Featured Image Source I’ve really been struggling with artists who are problematic. Sometimes I feel like I’m not allowed to like anything anymore because as soon as I mention, say, Virginia Woolf’s To the Lighthouse and how it cured my depression, somebody has to pipe up to remind me that she was horrendously anti-Semitic. Or, as soon as…

When a Book Finds You at Just the Right Time

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn found me when I was 11, the same age as the main character when the book begins. A Little Paris Bookshop found me just after a breakup. To the Lighthouse found me a few weeks ago— I guess I’ll figure out what brought her to me in the retrospective. But…

Holiday Miscellany

I’ve been thinking hard about what to write about for this post, because I’m trying to publish a post pretty regularly. But since nothing’s really happened this week, I thought I’d take a bunch of little things and put them together in one master post of miscellany. To preview: we’ve got a special sauce I…