“I am, of course, romanticizing; a chronic tendency of mine.” – In the Woods
“I think that [my fatal flaw] is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at at all costs.” – The Secret History
I didn’t really know anything about Tana French until I read a recent profile in The New Yorker, which made me curious about her work for several reasons. So when my friend C. offered me her copy of In The Woods, I accepted it and jumped in.
I recently read Hanya Yanagihara’s novel A Little Life. (Many thanks to my friend T. for lending me her copy!) I’m not going to write an actual review; in any case, I’m still sorting out my thoughts about this compelling and troubling (and very long) book.
However, I did want to share one observation I made towards the end of the novel—a perfume-related thought! (If you haven’t yet read A Little Life and you don’t want any potential spoilers, you may wish to stop here.)
I’ve been an avid reader of Henry Alford’s prose for more than two decades, so I was delighted to note that his latest column for The New York Times recounts his unscientific, but highly amusing, field testing of synthetic pheromones.
Today is Frida Kahlo’s birthday. In honor of this ever-fascinating artist (a fellow moon-child!), I’ve just written a short piece about Kahlo, her garden, and the current exhibition at the New York Botanical Garden. Click here to view.