December 2011
2 posts
Anna Arkadyevna read and understood; but it was distasteful to her to read, that...
– Anna Karenina, obvs. 2011 might be remembered as the year when so many books caught me at just the right time. There was Infinite Jest this summer when the world looked like an interlocking system of black miracles, and a whole string of Jennifer Egan novels this past month when I was trying to...