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

Misty Memories

“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

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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