Mi Hermano – Junot Díaz at the 92nd Street Y
My father is not a fan of fiction. The implications of this could be cruel and boring – the most onerous of Künstlerroman clichés – but there is no Oedipal struggle for recognition in my family. It is just that my father – who is well read in the Classics, as well as mid-century American […]
Reading 101 Books in 2011: A Year in Review
This year, I have read 101 books. That comes out to almost two books a week. My daily commute (80 minutes, aggregate), though not specifically designed for such first-world leisure as scholarship, is perfectly suited to my inner-Anobium. There was no rhyme or reason to my book selections for this year. I read what […]
