Last year, I found a copy of Mrs Beeton’s Household Management in a secondhand book store, and snapped it up eagerly. It isn't obvious when it was printed. A previous owner wrote her name and the year 1944, but certain things made me believe this was already a few years old when…
I tried for a week and a half to get through 23 pages of a "literary" novel I ended up abandoning, but have spent the past two hours completely engrossed in a book based on the Dragon Age video game series. Draw from that any conclusions you will. (I was…
Reading descriptions of food in books is maybe one of my favourite things. I often read the descriptions two or three times, imagining how the combinations work and comparing the food to what I'm already familiar with. Recently I read a food description in Ethan Frome that was among the…
There are some writers who I enjoy as writers more than I enjoy their writing. Stephen King is one of them. Doris Lessing is another. That's not to say I dislike their writing, but I don't respond to it as well as to what they say about the practice of being…
Some of my fondest childhood memories are of playing Nintendo and Super Nintendo games with my brother, and making that long suburban walk to the arcade on summer afternoons. In high school and my early twenties, I dropped the hobby for a while mainly due to lack of a console…
One of Decca's favourite words. In a 1977 essay in the London Daily Mail (reprinted in the New York Times and later in Poison Penmanship), she wrote that "frenemy" (which she sometimes spelled "frienemy") was "an incredibly useful word that should be in every dictionary, coined by one of my sisters when she was…
Arrived back at Joan's just in time for dinner. To it came Doris Lessing (you know who she is, a best-selling English writer of the Angry Young school) . . . and, joy of joys, 12-year-old Peter Lessing, who had learned about Benjy's arrival and has planned his whole Easter…
But then one day, you know, I suddenly realized with an absolute shock that there never was going to be a convenient time, and that if I didn't make a beginning, I would be saying to my grandchildren, 'What I really wanted to be was a writer.' So I had…
I recently picked up an uncorrected proof copy of Annabel Lyon's The Golden Mean at a secondhand book store. I liked the book overall, but I think this section was my favourite:
A couple of months ago I stumbled upon my dream book in a secondhand book store. Despite the name, Mrs Beeton's Household Management isn't my dream book because I yearn for the upper echelons of hausfrauness or anything. I discovered an older version of the book in 2008, and since…
