Writing is a solitary pursuit--the imagination guiding the hand moving the pen. I'm pretty old-school, valuing the work of good editors and the revisions process before letting my words go public. But life is short, right? And sometimes, just sometimes, we need to spout off.

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A writer, mother, teacher, friend, I love books, blizzards and beaches, music from Hildegard von Bingen to the Beatles to Bonnie Raitt to The Brood; I love medieval churches, red wine, creme caramel, and roasted beets, and walking the woods and coastlines of home. 

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Literary La-La-Land

Too occupied in the garden and at the desk to cyber-bop, but never too busy to take in a literary do. Last night, a wonderful presentation by a Californian author on Sylvia Beach's letters. Keri Walsh's book is just out, and a goldmine on all things Shakespeare & Company. Dream a little dream, if you've been lucky enough to visit the bookshop in Paris--not the original, but its namesake.
Walsh's presentation included some wonderful readings from Beach's letters to her "dear little mother" and benefactor, and to James Joyce, whose benefactor she became.
Imagine, a bookseller/publisher who championed authors whose work she loved, work that otherwise mightn't have seen the light of day. Work that was contraband for all kinds of (crazy) reasons.
A risktaker who loved literature and sucked up the rest.
Kudos to Walsh for fanning Beach's flame.

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