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Author Archives: Theodora Goss
The Real and the Unreal: A Manifesto
When I was in college, the task of the researcher was to find information. When I was in graduate school, it was to sort through information. This spring, when my students arrive at the university, I will tell them their … Continue reading
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Longing for Home
Recently, I read two quotations about home. The first is from Katherine Mansfield, written in her diary: “I want so to live that I work with my hands and my feeling and my brain. I want a garden, a small … Continue reading
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A Quiet Revolution
I am not a revolutionary. I am far too introverted, too much inside my own head most of the time. I went to a march once, back in 2017, and found it both inspiring and ineffective. But I look at … Continue reading
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Real Beauty
In summer, while I was in Budapest, I went into a DM store. I think DM means drogerie markt? It’s a German chain of what in the United States we would call drug stores, but in Hungary only pharmacies sell … Continue reading
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Creating a Writing Life
I have four months. Sometimes I envy people who just write. They can get up in the morning, get in their writing, do the other things they need to do — write to agents and editors, work on publicity, etc. … Continue reading
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The Book and the Wardrobe
In the last few days I’ve been reading Breakfast at Tiffany’s, which is about as far from The Chronicles of Narnia as one can get, although Holly Golightly would make a very good White Witch, tempting Edmund with Turkish Delight … Continue reading
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In Praise of Modesty
When I was in sixth grade, I had a French teacher called Madame. All French teachers are called Madame, unless they are called Mademoiselle, and the Madames are scarier. I’ve never had a French teacher that I did not find … Continue reading
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