Opening to an essay called "My Books," I find the following: "Sitting, last winter, among my books, and walled round with all...

They're back! The glorious reprints of world classics from nyrb are back in the lobby, on sale for 40 to 60 % off their original cover ...

A favorite I reread every year at this time, for obvious reasons, is Charles Lamb's classic essay "New Year's Eve." I...

Do you remember the American poet Phyllis McGinley?  No less a poet than W. H. Auden wrote a foreword to her collected poems.  She's go...

And so we are forced to be again today -- "stayers-at-home."  The snow outside our door and up our walk and stairs took a grown ma...

The lovely poem"The Snowman" by Wallace Stevens contributed by KW below, I'm inspired to suggest two more poems appropriate, ...

Christmas, as far as I am concerned, is officially here.  Why?  Because I've got exactly what I asked Santa to bring (by way of my dear,...

Having ventured out at last to fetch home a loaf of bread & other eatables, I'm now in for good.  So with my ham sandwich and hot co...

Getting to the bookstore today may prove impossible.  Getting out of the house at all might not be such a good idea just now.  So this would...

The world of Charles Dickens, in the popular imagination of our day, is little more than a Victorian Christmas card; plump ladies in funny ...

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Every year, not unlike Christmas, our Employee Shopping Days roll around again (thank you management,) and, while I always intend to use thi...

Every year at the bookstore, I read Truman Capote's little sentimental masterpiece, "A Christmas Memory" aloud, to celebrate ...

In the long list of Things I Intend Never to Do Again -- updated almost weekly nowadays -- there are some activities precluded by encroachin...

To begin, a quote: "Trollope's novels (are) solid, substantial, written on the strength of beef and through the inspiration of ale ...

The above is a quote from Colette. The other day we bought a stack of used paperbacks by same. (It is a sad and sorry day when the only way ...