Reading

Created
Sat, 22/11/2025 - 05:00

Over the river and through the woods,
To Grandmother’s house we go;
At the airport on time, which is good cause the lines
Are moving super slow.

Over the river and through the screens
Then stuck at security
I’ve been patted down and thrown to the ground
Due to my lithium battery.

Over the river and through the woods
I’m looking around for food
Everything sucks and costs twenty bucks,
Guess I’ll just slam some booze.

Over the river at Hudson News
Flipping through the magazines
The book that I bought is a bit overwrought
With a dearth of good sex scenes.

Over the river, now on the tarmac
To Grandmother’s house we wait
The flight is delayed, our nerves are all frayed
As we taxi around the gate.

Over the river and very hungry now
The food cart scuttles past.
How incredibly rude that the smell of food
Only wafts in from first class.

Over the river and through the woods
My family’s in four different rows
My seatmate smells vile, and he puked in the aisle
Then I watched him clip his toes.

Created
Sat, 22/11/2025 - 01:00


A quarterly column, steady as ever.

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Books read:

Love’s Labour: How We Break and Make the Bonds of Love—Stephen Grosz
Affairs: True Stories of Love, Lies, Hope and Desire—Juliet Rosenfeld
The Light Years—Elizabeth Jane Howard

Books bought:

Working the Room: Essays and Reviews, 1999–2010—Geoff Dyer
Zero at the Bone: Fifty Entries Against Despair—Christian Wiman
Uncle Willy and Other Stories—William Faulkner
Cue the Sun!: The Invention of Reality TV—Emily Nussbaum

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It’s Epigraph City out there. Just about every nonfiction book I have started over the last couple of months begins with at least one of the little bastards, often two. Love’s Labour by Stephen Grosz goes with a Rilke and an Iris Murdoch:

Created
Sat, 22/11/2025 - 00:00

Dear colleagues,

I just wanted to reach out and let you know that I’m officially done saying sorry. As a woman, I feel the flippant use and misuse of this word gives away my power, if that makes any sense. If you have any free time this week or next, or even in the next couple of weeks, feel free to read the rest of this email to understand further. If not, no worries at all—I’m sure you’re extremely busy this time of year.

My near-addiction to apologizing has been around as long as I can remember. Trigger warning: My dad wasn’t very emotionally present during my childhood, if it’s okay for me to bring that up. Not to make this whole thing about me, but seeking his approval has caused a lot of people-pleasing, codependent tendencies to manifest in the way I communicate. I’ve obviously gotten over most of them, but this “sorry” habit will be the last one to go.

I feel like I just talked forever. I would love to hear about your stuff, too, if you ever want to chat about anything. I’m here for you whenever you need me, just let me know.

Created
Fri, 21/11/2025 - 20:07

History, as the saying goes, doesn’t repeat itself, but it does rhyme. As we approach the Labour Government’s decisive Budget, and an abstract debate rages around the future of welfare spending in the UK, a brilliant piece of historical research published this summer sheds new light on the catastrophic impacts of previous cuts to support […]

Created
Fri, 21/11/2025 - 05:13
I have a piece over at the London Review of Books Blog about the UK government’s appalling changes to the way refugees are treated in the country. “After the home secretary, Shabana Mahmood, announced the government’s new policies for ‘Restoring Order and Control’ in the House of Commons yesterday, one MP after another stood up […]
Created
Fri, 21/11/2025 - 05:00

1. There’s a turkey neck situation.

2. Is it four thousand degrees in the kitchen, or is it just you?

3. You love your family, but you also wish they’d leave you alone so you can watch Gilmore Girls and eat mashed potatoes.

4. You’re so bloated that you feel like a float in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade.

5. Something that should be moist is instead very, very dry.

6. You’ve been obsessively trying to prepare for it, but who knows what will actually happen.

7. The placemats your kid made in kindergarten are making you tear up.

8. You need to go to an Orangetheory class for your own sanity.

9. There are tender breasts and big, meaty thighs.

10. You fall asleep on the couch at 4 p.m., then you’re wide awake at 3 a.m.

11. You swear you didn’t eat that much, but you look like you’re about five months pregnant, which you definitely are not. Or wait. Could you be?

12. There’s a bloodied history.

13. You’re debating whether to go the all-natural, hormone-free route or to just go for the hormones.

14. You’re not sure why you just walked into the kitchen.