Monthly Archives: September 2010

I’m working my way through Faulkner’s letters, and you get the occasional gem.  In a an August, 1961 letter to his editor, “Hot as hell here, as usual.  Now it’s 64 years I have said I’ll never spend another summer … Continue reading →

As the daughter of a Southerner, and one who was instructed to use “ma’am” as a term of respect, I was chagrined to read this NYTimes piece, in which a “completely unscientific poll” supported the anecdotal evidence of the article … Continue reading →

One of the things we’ve been wrestling with this summer is a profusion of unhelpful businesses.  We’ve been overwhelmed by the sheer volume of paperwork from Cornell, Oxford, and our house-rental agency, much of which is just frustrating in that … Continue reading →

We got word today that our visas have been approved.  Big sigh of relief.  I will wait to be fully enthralled until we have them in our hands (and until I can see that they were granted for the length … Continue reading →

In a letter to his mother during his European Tour: “I have a nice room just around the corner from the Luxembourg gardens, where I can sit and write and watch the children.  Everything in the gardens is for children–its … Continue reading →