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Caramels in Midwinter
For those who put great stock in it (pun intended), cooking is nothing short of a form of therapy. Stir together enough aromatic vegetables, caramelize enough onions and add chicken broth, and your...
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How to Have a Bad Weekend
I just had one of those weekends. One of those weekends that started on a high, swan-dived into wretchedness, and ended on confusing. You may have heard, if you live in New York or check Instagram,...
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Article 7
Did Proust invent the air-guitar? New evidence from 1898 suggests that perhaps he did.
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I’m feeling 22 (I don’t know about you)
I would start out this post by apologizing for the delay in Prousting, but with a slew of job applications, visiting friends, and general late-winter apathy, I have been neglecting my blog duties and...
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Book Three, and Time to Mess Up the Pattern
First things first: I have finally finished Within a Budding Grove, and, leaving a lovestruck Marcel pining after Albertine in a cold Balbec hotel room, moved on to The Guermantes Way. We are still...
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Mixing Memory with Desire (April is the Cruelest Month)
Dear friends, relatives and faithful readers, I have an announcement to make, after weeks of no blogs, long nights of work, and increasingly sunny spring days that smell blissfully like hyacinth: as of...
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Those Are Riches, Girls
There’s hardly any getting around it, and those of you who have been following us from the very beginning will have already realized: it has been a year since this blog began, and we have failed to...
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Escape from Manhattan (How to Have a Good Weekend)
The thing about working “on the Internet” is that it becomes almost impossible to ever STOP working. Signing on to write on this blog entry, I find myself drifting to the social accounts I manage for...
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Learning to Fail (Love Your Art, Poor as it May Be)
Sometimes I feel that if any real literature major sits me down for a cup of coffee, he or she will quickly discover that I am somewhat of a fraud. I have not read Moby Dick or Great Expectations...
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Backwards with Time
I am sitting aboard Amtrak train 132 en route to New York. I have snagged two seats to myself, and spread all five pieces of my luggage over the row in order to discourage businessmen from sitting next...
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