Today I finished Annie Dillard’s An American Childhood, a book I enjoyed a lot, and yet felt like it could have been more. I kept expecting the memoir to open up, from an exuberant description of her idyllic childhood, to a more general reflection on the world in which she grew up and her placeContinue reading “Neurodiversity and Literature: Thoughts on Annie Dillard’s An American Childhood”
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Speak, Memory: Worth Reading, but not a Must Read
Nabokov’s “Speak, Memory” has been called “The finest autobiography written in our time.” This is certainly an exaggeration. As with Pale Fire, Nabokov is pleasant reading (given a free afternoon in the middle of winter, plenty of strong black tea, nothing else to do, and ideally a warm, crackling fire). He is a writer ofContinue reading “Speak, Memory: Worth Reading, but not a Must Read”
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