“The garden stretched out in a soft drift, colors jumbled any way, an unmade bed of red and yellow and pink. Then came the trees. Apple, plum, and the Japanese black pine.” — Cathleen Schine Copy Share Image
All these years I've had a story in my mind, the story about us that never really existed. And because of that story, I've… — Cathleen Schine Copy Share Image
Female Chauvinist Pigs is smart, alarming, and extremely funny. With nuance and humor, Levy has written both a convincing expos of sex and desire… — Cathleen Schine Copy Share Image
One of my favorite passages in 'Leaves of Grass,' that breathless, exuberant poem so rich and full of innocence and joy and generosity and… — Cathleen Schine Copy Share Image
In my stunted career as a scholar, I'd read promissory notes, papal bulls and guidelines for Inquisitorial interrogation. Dante, too. Boccaccio... But after 1400? Nihil. — Cathleen Schine Copy Share Image
Nathaniel Rich wrote 'Odds Against Tomorrow' well before Hurricane Sandy and its surge crashed onto the isle of Manhattan, well before the streets were… — Cathleen Schine Copy Share Image
I do all my shopping on the Web. I do much of my research online. I have a blog, too. It is definitely a… — Cathleen Schine Copy Share Image
“It was not that the woman boasted. Quite the opposite. She was modest to a fault, the fault being she insinuated her modesty, deftly,… — Cathleen Schine Copy Share Image
Alice Munro is not only revered, she is cherished, her stories handled lovingly, turned over and over, gazed at and studied and breathed in… — Cathleen Schine Copy Share Image
