Each month, Blurbed features a curated list of things to read, events to attend and news from Columbia Journal.
Something burning or maybe already burnt/ A cataract climbs a triage/ How many bushels in an apple?
People often say to me, “You’re a writer? How lucky.” There was little luck involved, unless working constantly is luck.
In the morning we share cigarettes, and coffee.
Nuruddin Farah has written a story about family, both the families we belong to by blood and the ones we forge for ourselves out of...
The book’s final line is a warning as much as an entreaty: “Don’t ever let them talk you out of being mad again.”
Whatever is cool. Whatever is fine. Simple is fine.
David Rosenthal is clearly a masterful translator of the original Catalan — you can see Rodoreda’s pen at work behind his translation.
Injuries accreted. Bones were broken. And yet, I always recovered. Until I did not.
This Sunday, the long-awaited HBO adaptation of Elena Ferrante's My Brilliant Friend premiered, the first book in her Neapolitan novels quartet.
He has never been able to say eu te amo to his parents. In his family, love is never discussed. Instead, you act it out.
The song /in your ears can be stopped/ with wax, or pink foam plugs/rolled between forefinger & thumb/ then shoved in.