Tag Archives: Donna Tartt’s “The Little Friend”

Misty Memories

Posted on July 10, 2015 by

“Memory — fragile, hazy-bright, miraculous, was to them the spark of life itself, and nearly every sentence of theirs began with some appeal to it . . . .” — Donna Tartt, The Little Friend One of my sons joined … Continue reading →

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The Limits of Memory

Posted on November 30, 2014 by

You have insufficient memory. Deadpan.  As if no irony were involved, my computer informed me it had aborted the task of uploading digital pictures. I don’t ask that much of my computer, but there you have it. I had amassed … Continue reading →

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