Microposts

Finished reading: My Friends by Fredrik Backman πŸ“š

I loved A Man Called Ove, but this one missed the mark for me. β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜†

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Finished reading: Chess Story by Stefan Zweig πŸ“š

A good chess story, but an even better story of the psychological dangers of extreme isolation and single-minded focus. β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†

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Finished reading: Rosemary’s Baby by Ira Levin πŸ“š

What a fun, creepy book! I loved the slow build of suspense and the unexpected twists. And the ending … Whew. β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†

Finished reading: H Is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald πŸ“š

a professor with a background in amateur falconry retreats from public life after the death of her father to train a goshawk. β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†

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Finished reading: Things in Nature Merely Grow by Yiyun Li πŸ“š

A heart-breaking memoir about losing two sons to suicide. There’s often little you can say to parent who’s lost a child. But sometimes the words from a fellow sufferer can get through. This book was one of those. β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…

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Finished reading: The Bullet Journal Method: Track the Past, Order the Present, Design the Future by Ryder Carroll πŸ“š

Yes, it’s about bullet journaling, but also how daily reflection can help you make time for those important but not necessarily urgent things in your life. β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†

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Finished reading: A Century of Fiction in The New Yorker by New Yorker Magazine Inc πŸ“š

I’m wanting to read more short stories and what better source than this mammoth treasure of short fiction from the New Yorker Magazine’s first hundred years? Some terrific stories here. β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†

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Finished reading: New York Sketches by E.B. White πŸ“š

A collection of witty commentaries, short stories, poems, and essays, all originally published in The New Yorker, and each an ode to what I’m sure White would agree is the greatest city on earth. β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…

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Finished reading: The School of Life by Alain De Botton πŸ“š

A crash course in emotional maturity through art, literature and philosophy. β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†

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Finished reading: Bag of Bones by Stephen King πŸ“š

A reread of a classic ghost story set on a remote lake in western Maine. Like most King novels, the true horrors are all too human. β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†

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Finished reading: Angle of Repose by Wallace Stegner πŸ“š

I’ve read four Stegner novels, saving this one, his Pulitzer, for the last. I thought Crossing to Safety was his best, and Big Rock Candy Mountain absolutely gutted me. Still, this one will stick with me for a long time. β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†

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Finished reading: On Boxing by Joyce Carol Oates πŸ“š

Joyce Carol Oates might be the least likely person ever to write a book about boxing. And yet she did. Like me, she developed a lifelong appreciation for the sport, ultimately growing to love it, by watching fights with her father as a child. But it’s clear that she feels a natural disquiet with her own fascination with the sport, and the essays in this book circle and dance around that central premise: why, in our modern, civilized society, is boxing still a thing? β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†

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Finished reading: Self-Reliance and Other Essays by Ralph Waldo Emerson πŸ“š

What a treasure. I’ve read most of these essays before, but never so deeply or with such illumination. Emerson’s wisdom is simple to understand, yet difficult to practice in a world of popular opinion and distracted thinking. Trust in your own thoughts; be yourself; don’t try to impress or copy others; cherish your friends. Most of all: be present, here and now. β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…

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If you want to write, practice writing. Practice it for hours a day, not to come up with a story you can publish, but because you long to learn how to write well, because there is something that you alone can say.

β€” Ann Patchett, This Is the Story of a Happy Marriage

Finished reading: We Live Here Now by Sarah Pinborough πŸ’™πŸ“š

The premise and setting had terrific potential, but one-dimensional characters, plot holes, and poor editing hobbled the story. It felt like a book written under the pressure of an unrealistic deadline. β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†

We talk of choosing our friends, but friends are self-elected. Reverence is a great part of it. Treat your friend as a spectacle.

β€” Ralph Waldo Emerson

This is the way.

An iPhone screen displays the "Display & Text Size" settings menu, with options for bold text, larger text, button shapes, on/off labels, transparency reduction, contrast increase, and color differentiation.

There is nothing so often condemned, and so deeply loved, as the past.

β€” Will Durant

Finished reading: The Best American Essays 2024 πŸ’™πŸ“š

I’m on an essay kick, and the latest β€œBest American” series provided a wide range of thought-provoking takes and introduced me to some new voices. I share my five favorite essays in the full review. β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†

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What absurd victims of contrary desires we are! If a man is settled in one place he yearns to wander; when he wanders he yearns to have a home. And yet how bestial is content β€” all the great things in life are done by discontented people.

Christopher Morley

Nancy Pearl’s Revised ‘Rule of 50’:

When you are 51 years of age or older, subtract your age from 100, and the resulting number is the pages you should read before you can guiltlessly give up on a book … When you turn 100, you are authorized (by the Rule of 50) to judge a book by its cover.

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The Kobo-Instapaper integration has officially launched, replacing the now defunct Pocket app for reading articles on the ereader. I’m curious to know if highlights made on Kobo sync back to Instapaper (and thus to Readwise). If so, this could be the tipping point for this long-time Kindle owner.

To see a thousand objects for the first and for the last time, what can be deeper and more melancholy? To travel is to be born and to die at every instant.

β€” Victor Hugo from Les MisΓ©rables

Finished reading: On the Calculation of Volume (Book I) by Solvej Balle πŸ’™πŸ“š

It’s Groundhog’s Day but with an existential slant on the meaning of self, time, mortality, sustainability, and the inevitable progression of love and marriage. β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†

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You would think after three months, I would be tired of all the crowds, noise, and concrete. But I couldn’t shake the feeling during a walk through the East Village last night that I was on an elaborate movie set or maybe the holodeck on a starship. NYC might really be the center of the universe.

A city intersection in The East Vollage of NYC features pedestrians crossing the street, surrounded by historic and modern buildings under a clear sky.

If you only wished to be happy, this could be easily accomplished; but we wish to be happier than other people, and this is always difficult, for we believe others to be happier than they are.

β€” Montesquieu

I look forward to these Sunday morning walks in Manhattan. The city empties out over summer weekends. Fewer people out walking, even fewer cars. An hour’s walk along these streets and avenues is therapeutic for the body and soul.

Park Avenue looking south in Manhattan on a Sunday morning.

Finished reading: On Tyranny by Timothy Snyder πŸ’™πŸ“š

A concise summary of the tactics used by totalitarian governments to suppress freedom and democracy. Clear examples from twentieth-century despots support each of the twenty lessons. β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†

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