Anecdotal Evidence

A blog about the intersection of books and life.

Thursday, April 23, 2026

'I Hopped All Over the Canon'

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“There was no pattern to my reading. It was all hand-to-mouth.” When young I was indiscriminate, reading anything I fancied and that cha...
Wednesday, April 22, 2026

'Your Face Broods From My Table'

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My nephew texted me Monday afternoon to say a student had committed suicide  in my old high school. She shot herself in the cafeteria. As us...
Tuesday, April 21, 2026

'I Know No Pleasure Like That of Books'

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All I ask is that a book be well-written and teach me something – two conditions admittedly rather vague and subjective. This is no critical...
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Monday, April 20, 2026

'The Long Habit of Living'

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“Perfect weather. And to think that on such a day people are still dying!”   Sometimes I suspect the human imagination is by nature Gothic...
Sunday, April 19, 2026

'A Beautiful and Consoling Thought'

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The only speeding ticket I have ever received was issued by a police officer in Bellevue, Wa., about fifteen years ago. He clocked me doing ...
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Saturday, April 18, 2026

'Congealed Violence'

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"If architecture is frozen music (and I think it is), then fortifications are congealed violence. That is to say they are the best sort...
Friday, April 17, 2026

'His Passage Paid Home Free'

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Late in 2024 I was browsing in old issues of The American Scholar  from the era when Joseph Epstein was the editor. In the Winter 1986 issue...
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