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Avid reader and gardener. Gardening in USDA zones 5 and 9 and reading everywhere and inbetween.
#MobyDick
#HermanMelville
“He's a queer man, Captain Ahab- so some think- but a good one. Oh, thou’lt like him well enough; no fear, no fear. He's a grand, ungodly, god-like man, Captain Ahab….”
#MelvilleMonday 🐳
#HermanMelville
“He's a queer man, Captain Ahab- so some think- but a good one. Oh, thou’lt like him well enough; no fear, no fear. He's a grand, ungodly, god-like man, Captain Ahab….”
#MelvilleMonday 🐳
February 2, 2026 at 12:23 PM
#MobyDick
#HermanMelville
“He's a queer man, Captain Ahab- so some think- but a good one. Oh, thou’lt like him well enough; no fear, no fear. He's a grand, ungodly, god-like man, Captain Ahab….”
#MelvilleMonday 🐳
#HermanMelville
“He's a queer man, Captain Ahab- so some think- but a good one. Oh, thou’lt like him well enough; no fear, no fear. He's a grand, ungodly, god-like man, Captain Ahab….”
#MelvilleMonday 🐳
#InfiniteJest
#DavidFosterWallace
30th Anniversary
“I wasn't trying to hurt myself. I was trying to kill myself. There's a difference…I don't hate myself. I just wanted out. I didn't want to play anymore is all…The last thing more I'd want is hurt. I just didn't want to feel this way anymore…
#DavidFosterWallace
30th Anniversary
“I wasn't trying to hurt myself. I was trying to kill myself. There's a difference…I don't hate myself. I just wanted out. I didn't want to play anymore is all…The last thing more I'd want is hurt. I just didn't want to feel this way anymore…
February 1, 2026 at 4:23 PM
#InfiniteJest
#DavidFosterWallace
30th Anniversary
“I wasn't trying to hurt myself. I was trying to kill myself. There's a difference…I don't hate myself. I just wanted out. I didn't want to play anymore is all…The last thing more I'd want is hurt. I just didn't want to feel this way anymore…
#DavidFosterWallace
30th Anniversary
“I wasn't trying to hurt myself. I was trying to kill myself. There's a difference…I don't hate myself. I just wanted out. I didn't want to play anymore is all…The last thing more I'd want is hurt. I just didn't want to feel this way anymore…
#TheCollectedStoriesofDianeWilliams
#DianeWilliams
Introduction by #BenMarcus
At the post office the woman finally got a good look at the monster, a stare. She was breathing the same air, not as before, deprived.
#Intercourse
#DianeWilliams
Introduction by #BenMarcus
At the post office the woman finally got a good look at the monster, a stare. She was breathing the same air, not as before, deprived.
#Intercourse
February 1, 2026 at 2:20 PM
#TheCollectedStoriesofDianeWilliams
#DianeWilliams
Introduction by #BenMarcus
At the post office the woman finally got a good look at the monster, a stare. She was breathing the same air, not as before, deprived.
#Intercourse
#DianeWilliams
Introduction by #BenMarcus
At the post office the woman finally got a good look at the monster, a stare. She was breathing the same air, not as before, deprived.
#Intercourse
#Moderan
#DavidRBunch
…thanks to science, our once-dirty Earth-ball clean…coated with plastic, our hardly-used air…colored in beauty with a different hue each month…our once garbage-wrecked oceans frozen…our temperatures as quiet and as changeless as ever…through Season Control in Central.
#DavidRBunch
…thanks to science, our once-dirty Earth-ball clean…coated with plastic, our hardly-used air…colored in beauty with a different hue each month…our once garbage-wrecked oceans frozen…our temperatures as quiet and as changeless as ever…through Season Control in Central.
January 31, 2026 at 1:48 PM
#Moderan
#DavidRBunch
…thanks to science, our once-dirty Earth-ball clean…coated with plastic, our hardly-used air…colored in beauty with a different hue each month…our once garbage-wrecked oceans frozen…our temperatures as quiet and as changeless as ever…through Season Control in Central.
#DavidRBunch
…thanks to science, our once-dirty Earth-ball clean…coated with plastic, our hardly-used air…colored in beauty with a different hue each month…our once garbage-wrecked oceans frozen…our temperatures as quiet and as changeless as ever…through Season Control in Central.
#Players
#DonDetillo
“I wouldn't want to say porta rickens…coloreds…the well-meaning white folks who have taken up the struggle against the struggle,not knowing…that the capitalist system…power structure…pattern of repression are themselves a struggle. It's not an easy matter,being the oppressor…
#DonDetillo
“I wouldn't want to say porta rickens…coloreds…the well-meaning white folks who have taken up the struggle against the struggle,not knowing…that the capitalist system…power structure…pattern of repression are themselves a struggle. It's not an easy matter,being the oppressor…
January 30, 2026 at 12:13 PM
#Players
#DonDetillo
“I wouldn't want to say porta rickens…coloreds…the well-meaning white folks who have taken up the struggle against the struggle,not knowing…that the capitalist system…power structure…pattern of repression are themselves a struggle. It's not an easy matter,being the oppressor…
#DonDetillo
“I wouldn't want to say porta rickens…coloreds…the well-meaning white folks who have taken up the struggle against the struggle,not knowing…that the capitalist system…power structure…pattern of repression are themselves a struggle. It's not an easy matter,being the oppressor…
#MobyDick
#HermanMelville
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself…bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet…then, I account it high time to get to sea…This is my substitute for pistol and ball.
#HermanMelville
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself…bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet…then, I account it high time to get to sea…This is my substitute for pistol and ball.
January 29, 2026 at 12:59 PM
#MobyDick
#HermanMelville
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself…bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet…then, I account it high time to get to sea…This is my substitute for pistol and ball.
#HermanMelville
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself…bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet…then, I account it high time to get to sea…This is my substitute for pistol and ball.
#AgainsttheDay
#ThomasPynchon
“The State is evil, its divine right proceeds from Hell, Hell is where we all went. Some came out...broken, dying...intimidated into silence...all of us, even those who had voted and paid our taxes like good bourgeoisie, came out hating the State.
#ThomasPynchon
“The State is evil, its divine right proceeds from Hell, Hell is where we all went. Some came out...broken, dying...intimidated into silence...all of us, even those who had voted and paid our taxes like good bourgeoisie, came out hating the State.
January 28, 2026 at 12:09 PM
#AgainsttheDay
#ThomasPynchon
“The State is evil, its divine right proceeds from Hell, Hell is where we all went. Some came out...broken, dying...intimidated into silence...all of us, even those who had voted and paid our taxes like good bourgeoisie, came out hating the State.
#ThomasPynchon
“The State is evil, its divine right proceeds from Hell, Hell is where we all went. Some came out...broken, dying...intimidated into silence...all of us, even those who had voted and paid our taxes like good bourgeoisie, came out hating the State.
#SixtyStories
#DonaldBarthelme
they said is death that which gives meaning to life…I said,no,life is that which gives meaning to life…they said,but isn't death,considered as a fundamental datum,the means by which the taken-for-granted mundanity of the everyday may be transcended in the direction of-
#DonaldBarthelme
they said is death that which gives meaning to life…I said,no,life is that which gives meaning to life…they said,but isn't death,considered as a fundamental datum,the means by which the taken-for-granted mundanity of the everyday may be transcended in the direction of-
January 27, 2026 at 12:03 PM
#SixtyStories
#DonaldBarthelme
they said is death that which gives meaning to life…I said,no,life is that which gives meaning to life…they said,but isn't death,considered as a fundamental datum,the means by which the taken-for-granted mundanity of the everyday may be transcended in the direction of-
#DonaldBarthelme
they said is death that which gives meaning to life…I said,no,life is that which gives meaning to life…they said,but isn't death,considered as a fundamental datum,the means by which the taken-for-granted mundanity of the everyday may be transcended in the direction of-
Finished #TheVivisectors
#MissouriWilliams
I had begun to be in the world and I had found it unbearable…Now that so many doors had been opened, I was determined to close them again-they had been opened against my will.
#MissouriWilliams
I had begun to be in the world and I had found it unbearable…Now that so many doors had been opened, I was determined to close them again-they had been opened against my will.
January 26, 2026 at 11:31 AM
Finished #TheVivisectors
#MissouriWilliams
I had begun to be in the world and I had found it unbearable…Now that so many doors had been opened, I was determined to close them again-they had been opened against my will.
#MissouriWilliams
I had begun to be in the world and I had found it unbearable…Now that so many doors had been opened, I was determined to close them again-they had been opened against my will.
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#ThePassionAccordingtoGH
#ClariceLispector
THEN, BEFORE UNDERSTANDING, MY HEART WENT GRAY…
Meeting the face I had put inside the opening…in the half-darkness…My cry was so muffled that only the contrasting silence let me know I hadn't screamed. The scream had stayed beating in my chest.
#ClariceLispector
THEN, BEFORE UNDERSTANDING, MY HEART WENT GRAY…
Meeting the face I had put inside the opening…in the half-darkness…My cry was so muffled that only the contrasting silence let me know I hadn't screamed. The scream had stayed beating in my chest.
January 25, 2026 at 1:13 PM
#ThePassionAccordingtoGH
#ClariceLispector
THEN, BEFORE UNDERSTANDING, MY HEART WENT GRAY…
Meeting the face I had put inside the opening…in the half-darkness…My cry was so muffled that only the contrasting silence let me know I hadn't screamed. The scream had stayed beating in my chest.
#ClariceLispector
THEN, BEFORE UNDERSTANDING, MY HEART WENT GRAY…
Meeting the face I had put inside the opening…in the half-darkness…My cry was so muffled that only the contrasting silence let me know I hadn't screamed. The scream had stayed beating in my chest.
#IntheHeartoftheHeartoftheCountry
#WilliamHGass
Corruption, in these bugs, is splendid. I've a collection now I keep in typewriter-ribbon tin…their bodies dry…the heavy soul is gone, the case is light…Alas for us, I want to cry…we must love what perishes: the muscles and the waters and the fats.
#WilliamHGass
Corruption, in these bugs, is splendid. I've a collection now I keep in typewriter-ribbon tin…their bodies dry…the heavy soul is gone, the case is light…Alas for us, I want to cry…we must love what perishes: the muscles and the waters and the fats.
January 25, 2026 at 12:35 PM
#IntheHeartoftheHeartoftheCountry
#WilliamHGass
Corruption, in these bugs, is splendid. I've a collection now I keep in typewriter-ribbon tin…their bodies dry…the heavy soul is gone, the case is light…Alas for us, I want to cry…we must love what perishes: the muscles and the waters and the fats.
#WilliamHGass
Corruption, in these bugs, is splendid. I've a collection now I keep in typewriter-ribbon tin…their bodies dry…the heavy soul is gone, the case is light…Alas for us, I want to cry…we must love what perishes: the muscles and the waters and the fats.
#SlouchingTowardsBethlehem
#JoanDidion
A sign…San Francisco
My Christopher Robin wandered away.
He called April 10th
But he hasn’t called since
He said he was coming home
But he hasn’t shown.
If you see him on Haight
Please tell him not to wait
I need him…
If he needs the bread
I’ll send it ahead.
#JoanDidion
A sign…San Francisco
My Christopher Robin wandered away.
He called April 10th
But he hasn’t called since
He said he was coming home
But he hasn’t shown.
If you see him on Haight
Please tell him not to wait
I need him…
If he needs the bread
I’ll send it ahead.
January 24, 2026 at 1:06 PM
#SlouchingTowardsBethlehem
#JoanDidion
A sign…San Francisco
My Christopher Robin wandered away.
He called April 10th
But he hasn’t called since
He said he was coming home
But he hasn’t shown.
If you see him on Haight
Please tell him not to wait
I need him…
If he needs the bread
I’ll send it ahead.
#JoanDidion
A sign…San Francisco
My Christopher Robin wandered away.
He called April 10th
But he hasn’t called since
He said he was coming home
But he hasn’t shown.
If you see him on Haight
Please tell him not to wait
I need him…
If he needs the bread
I’ll send it ahead.
Finished #DeathandtheGardener
#GeorgiGospodinov
“Ten apple trees…forty figs, fifty grapevines...”
Such is the father's perpetual gift: fruit trees and vines. And this gift is never-ending, because it renews itself every year.
My father recreated Laertes' gift without knowing it.
#GeorgiGospodinov
“Ten apple trees…forty figs, fifty grapevines...”
Such is the father's perpetual gift: fruit trees and vines. And this gift is never-ending, because it renews itself every year.
My father recreated Laertes' gift without knowing it.
January 23, 2026 at 1:00 PM
Finished #DeathandtheGardener
#GeorgiGospodinov
“Ten apple trees…forty figs, fifty grapevines...”
Such is the father's perpetual gift: fruit trees and vines. And this gift is never-ending, because it renews itself every year.
My father recreated Laertes' gift without knowing it.
#GeorgiGospodinov
“Ten apple trees…forty figs, fifty grapevines...”
Such is the father's perpetual gift: fruit trees and vines. And this gift is never-ending, because it renews itself every year.
My father recreated Laertes' gift without knowing it.
#Moderan
#DavidRBunch
Arsenals were tested anew. Things done were undone. The air got sicker; the streams ran not pure but pure danger— There seemed no chance for flesh-man, and his God seemed entirely silent wherever He was, wherever His white throne was. The HOPELESS signs were out everywhere.
#DavidRBunch
Arsenals were tested anew. Things done were undone. The air got sicker; the streams ran not pure but pure danger— There seemed no chance for flesh-man, and his God seemed entirely silent wherever He was, wherever His white throne was. The HOPELESS signs were out everywhere.
January 22, 2026 at 12:05 PM
#Moderan
#DavidRBunch
Arsenals were tested anew. Things done were undone. The air got sicker; the streams ran not pure but pure danger— There seemed no chance for flesh-man, and his God seemed entirely silent wherever He was, wherever His white throne was. The HOPELESS signs were out everywhere.
#DavidRBunch
Arsenals were tested anew. Things done were undone. The air got sicker; the streams ran not pure but pure danger— There seemed no chance for flesh-man, and his God seemed entirely silent wherever He was, wherever His white throne was. The HOPELESS signs were out everywhere.
January 21, 2026 at 10:10 PM
Finished #TheStoryofMyTeeth
#ValeriaLuiselli
His face is turned toward the past…a chain of events, he sees a single catastrophe that piles ruin onto ruin…but a hurricane is blowing in…impels him inevitably toward the future, to which his back is turned…That hurricane is what we call progress.
#ValeriaLuiselli
His face is turned toward the past…a chain of events, he sees a single catastrophe that piles ruin onto ruin…but a hurricane is blowing in…impels him inevitably toward the future, to which his back is turned…That hurricane is what we call progress.
January 21, 2026 at 12:51 PM
Finished #TheStoryofMyTeeth
#ValeriaLuiselli
His face is turned toward the past…a chain of events, he sees a single catastrophe that piles ruin onto ruin…but a hurricane is blowing in…impels him inevitably toward the future, to which his back is turned…That hurricane is what we call progress.
#ValeriaLuiselli
His face is turned toward the past…a chain of events, he sees a single catastrophe that piles ruin onto ruin…but a hurricane is blowing in…impels him inevitably toward the future, to which his back is turned…That hurricane is what we call progress.
#SlouchingTowardsBethlehem
#JoanDidion
first time I had dealt directly and flatly with the evidence of atomization…been paralyzed by the conviction that writing was an irrelevant act, that the world as I had understood it no longer existed…it would be necessary for me to come to terms with disorder.
#JoanDidion
first time I had dealt directly and flatly with the evidence of atomization…been paralyzed by the conviction that writing was an irrelevant act, that the world as I had understood it no longer existed…it would be necessary for me to come to terms with disorder.
January 20, 2026 at 12:01 PM
#SlouchingTowardsBethlehem
#JoanDidion
first time I had dealt directly and flatly with the evidence of atomization…been paralyzed by the conviction that writing was an irrelevant act, that the world as I had understood it no longer existed…it would be necessary for me to come to terms with disorder.
#JoanDidion
first time I had dealt directly and flatly with the evidence of atomization…been paralyzed by the conviction that writing was an irrelevant act, that the world as I had understood it no longer existed…it would be necessary for me to come to terms with disorder.
Finished #Eileen
#OttessaMoshfegh
I hated almost everything. I was very unhappy and angry all the time. I tried to control myself, and that only made me more awkward, unhappier, and angrier. I was like Joan of Arc, or Hamlet, but born into the wrong life....
#OttessaMoshfegh
I hated almost everything. I was very unhappy and angry all the time. I tried to control myself, and that only made me more awkward, unhappier, and angrier. I was like Joan of Arc, or Hamlet, but born into the wrong life....
January 19, 2026 at 12:27 PM
Finished #Eileen
#OttessaMoshfegh
I hated almost everything. I was very unhappy and angry all the time. I tried to control myself, and that only made me more awkward, unhappier, and angrier. I was like Joan of Arc, or Hamlet, but born into the wrong life....
#OttessaMoshfegh
I hated almost everything. I was very unhappy and angry all the time. I tried to control myself, and that only made me more awkward, unhappier, and angrier. I was like Joan of Arc, or Hamlet, but born into the wrong life....
#Players
#DonDeLillo
“The future has collapsed right in on us…what does it look like?…It looks like waves and waves of static. It's being beamed in ahead of schedule…It looks like seedy people from Mercer Street…As soon as they see a camera they take off their clothes. It used to be people waved."
#DonDeLillo
“The future has collapsed right in on us…what does it look like?…It looks like waves and waves of static. It's being beamed in ahead of schedule…It looks like seedy people from Mercer Street…As soon as they see a camera they take off their clothes. It used to be people waved."
January 18, 2026 at 1:44 PM
#Players
#DonDeLillo
“The future has collapsed right in on us…what does it look like?…It looks like waves and waves of static. It's being beamed in ahead of schedule…It looks like seedy people from Mercer Street…As soon as they see a camera they take off their clothes. It used to be people waved."
#DonDeLillo
“The future has collapsed right in on us…what does it look like?…It looks like waves and waves of static. It's being beamed in ahead of schedule…It looks like seedy people from Mercer Street…As soon as they see a camera they take off their clothes. It used to be people waved."
#TheVivisectors
#MissouriWilliams
…the family…a conversation had never started…the possibility of beginning one had seemed more and more remote…that imaginary conversation had already become irrelevant because the silent one that raged around its edges was enough to occupy everyone's attention.
#MissouriWilliams
…the family…a conversation had never started…the possibility of beginning one had seemed more and more remote…that imaginary conversation had already become irrelevant because the silent one that raged around its edges was enough to occupy everyone's attention.
January 17, 2026 at 2:33 PM
#TheVivisectors
#MissouriWilliams
…the family…a conversation had never started…the possibility of beginning one had seemed more and more remote…that imaginary conversation had already become irrelevant because the silent one that raged around its edges was enough to occupy everyone's attention.
#MissouriWilliams
…the family…a conversation had never started…the possibility of beginning one had seemed more and more remote…that imaginary conversation had already become irrelevant because the silent one that raged around its edges was enough to occupy everyone's attention.
#DeathandtheGardener
#GeorgiGospodinov
My father was a gardener. Now he's a garden….My father managed to turn every place into a garden….
#GeorgiGospodinov
My father was a gardener. Now he's a garden….My father managed to turn every place into a garden….
January 16, 2026 at 1:41 PM
#DeathandtheGardener
#GeorgiGospodinov
My father was a gardener. Now he's a garden….My father managed to turn every place into a garden….
#GeorgiGospodinov
My father was a gardener. Now he's a garden….My father managed to turn every place into a garden….
Finished #Mice1961
#StaceyLevine
“What signal?"
"Oh Mice!" I hissed. "You were supposed to leave the range on so I'd know if you were going to the cottage with me…”
"Why?"
"So we can sit in chairs for so long that maybe we'll go out somehow and not be what we are. Don't you want to try?"
#StaceyLevine
“What signal?"
"Oh Mice!" I hissed. "You were supposed to leave the range on so I'd know if you were going to the cottage with me…”
"Why?"
"So we can sit in chairs for so long that maybe we'll go out somehow and not be what we are. Don't you want to try?"
January 15, 2026 at 12:25 PM
Finished #Mice1961
#StaceyLevine
“What signal?"
"Oh Mice!" I hissed. "You were supposed to leave the range on so I'd know if you were going to the cottage with me…”
"Why?"
"So we can sit in chairs for so long that maybe we'll go out somehow and not be what we are. Don't you want to try?"
#StaceyLevine
“What signal?"
"Oh Mice!" I hissed. "You were supposed to leave the range on so I'd know if you were going to the cottage with me…”
"Why?"
"So we can sit in chairs for so long that maybe we'll go out somehow and not be what we are. Don't you want to try?"
Finished #TheLastSeptember
#ElizabethBowen
“But I really should not have come back here," she said. "There is something in Lady Naylor's eye: a despairing optimism....How far do you think this war is going to go? Will there ever be anything we can all do except not notice?"
#ElizabethBowen
“But I really should not have come back here," she said. "There is something in Lady Naylor's eye: a despairing optimism....How far do you think this war is going to go? Will there ever be anything we can all do except not notice?"
January 14, 2026 at 11:58 AM
Finished #TheLastSeptember
#ElizabethBowen
“But I really should not have come back here," she said. "There is something in Lady Naylor's eye: a despairing optimism....How far do you think this war is going to go? Will there ever be anything we can all do except not notice?"
#ElizabethBowen
“But I really should not have come back here," she said. "There is something in Lady Naylor's eye: a despairing optimism....How far do you think this war is going to go? Will there ever be anything we can all do except not notice?"