I heard about National Poetry Month the usual way: my Facebook friends. In this case, my friend Alfred A. Knopf publishing. Why am I friends with Knopf publishing on Facebook? I don’t know. I’m not sure how it happened. (I suspect algorithms.) But I’m not complaining. For National Poetry Month, they published a poem a day on their Facebook feed and it was most educational. Take April 22nd’s offering by Richard Kenney:
What makes women dangerous? Is it sex? Insanity? The ability to beat you to a bloody pulp? Is the ability to wield power with grace and decisiveness? The ability to achieve their nefarious goals sneakily and without detection?
I recently read two books with amnesiacs for main characters, and the one I liked best did not win the Nobel Prize.
“Missing Person” seems to be the big novel by Patrick Modiano, the French author who was awarded the 2014 Nobel Prize for Literature. If big can be used to describe this 168-page work called “Rue de Boutiques Obscures” in the French.
Thirteen. I’m pretty sure that’s how many times I’ve read the third Harry Potter. Why the third? The third I read first when I was 12, obviously not fully grasping the importance of a chronological series at the time. While waiting feverishly for the next installments, I naturally read and re-read what was available.