Monthly Archives: May 2014

Memories are made of this…

The old Dean Martin song reflects what’s been on my mind lately–memory. How accurate it is or isn’t, and, in the case of memoir, whether or not it matters. An upcoming paper I’m presenting on Virginia Woolf and memoir is … Continue reading

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“Che bella lingua”

So, as the story goes–my story–I tried to learn Italian after failing miserably at Spanish and French. Insanity, they say, is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results…. But I had fun writing about it, and … Continue reading

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