Anecdotal Evidence

A blog about the intersection of books and life.

Thursday, October 22, 2026

'I Have Known His Voice Quaver'

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“It was wonderful luck for me that I should have worked with Yvor Winters. at this particular stage of my life, rather than earlier, when I ...
Wednesday, October 21, 2026

'Fullness For the Time That Was to Come'

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Donald Justice on Edwin Arlington Robinson:   “Robinson’s techniques were more or less the same as those of his contemporaries, the meters...
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Tuesday, October 20, 2026

'The Oxford of All Sicknesses'

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I spent much of Monday in the hospital for “tests” involving various bodily fluids – one more reminder that the human body is profoundly rid...
Monday, October 19, 2026

'Chekhov Saved Me But Also Ruined Me'

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Recently I woke from a dream adapted from Nostromo and directed by Joseph Conrad. Something about Martin Decoud in the lifeboat, weighted d...
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Sunday, October 18, 2026

'The Summer Has Begun to Pass Away'

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 A nton Chekhov wrote nothing in the summer of 1888 but thought about writing a novel. He stayed at the villa of his editor and friend Aleks...
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Saturday, October 17, 2026

'These Remarks Are Heretical'

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L ike Edward Gibbon, Yvor Winters tucks some of his best stuff into footnotes. Take this provocation from “English Literature in the Sixteen...
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Friday, October 16, 2026

'The Dead World's Much Too Crowded'

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“I know, for both of us, the dead world’s much too crowded.”   Live long enough and all, reluctantly, must agree. Most of our relatives an...
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Thursday, October 15, 2026

'I Have Known His Voice Quaver'

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“It was wonderful luck for me that I should have worked with Yvor Winters. at this particular stage of my life, rather than earlier, when I ...

'I Would Have Been Enchanted'

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We think Titus Lucretius Carus died on this date, October 15, in 55 B.C. at roughly age forty-four. We know he wrote the philosophical poem ...
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Wednesday, October 14, 2026

'He Lessens the Gayety of Life'

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I’ll spare you the joke the phlebotomist told me while drawing blood from my arm. Given the circumstance I mustered a polite titter in respo...
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Tuesday, October 13, 2026

'No Gold This Go-Round'

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This is the time of year I feel a pang for the Northern autumn. The temperature in Houston, as I write on Monday, is eighty-six degrees. The...
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Monday, October 12, 2026

'The Second Life of Art'

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As an obstinately monolingual American, I rely on the precious work of translators. The three poets I read most often in translation, in ord...
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Sunday, October 11, 2026

'An Interzone Between Prose and Poetry'

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Among Clive James’ books, perhaps the least read is Gate of Lilacs (Picador, 2016), a book of poems mostly about Marcel Proust and James’ i...
Saturday, October 10, 2026

'An Art of Measured Speech'

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Can a congenital pessimist reject the notion of an imminent apocalypse, a collapse of all that Western Civilization has accomplished? Sure, ...
Friday, October 09, 2026

'Give One Thing More, a Gratefull Heart'

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I spent Thursday morning in the hospital having a nuclear stress test performed. It’s a painless, time-consuming procedure made pleasant by ...
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Thursday, October 08, 2026

'I’m Still Alive; the Gods May Be Confused'

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I don’t remember old people complaining about being old when I was a kid. It might have been joked about in passing but I recall little indu...
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