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To the Lighthouse, Again

As an undergraduate English major, dedicated to early twentieth century British literature, I read all the great: Hardy, Conrad, Lawrence, Forster, Joyce, Woolf, Beckett.  And quite a few of the minor leaguers as well. In the decades since then, I … Continue reading

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Clarissa’s Cameo

I’ve noted before that I’m a sucker for free Kindle books from Amazon.  And happily, many of the works of Modernism that I’m rediscovering forty years after first reading them as an undergraduate are now available that way, or else … Continue reading

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