Book report for April 2024
Letter No. 82: Includes a rock star, puzzling fictional physics, and atomic habits that have nothing to do with physics.
Flowers make yellow look easy
Letter No. 81: Includes gratuitous use of Goethe and probably your first ever encounter with a paragraph that includes mention
Business as usual in the anxiety economy
Letter No. 80: Includes dubious use of data (shocking!), corporate cynicism (no!), Crime Crime Grades (sic!), and someone with dirty
Onward to the Path of Totality, followed by a moonshadow
Letter No. 79: Includes much casual use of the word “saros,” some old astronomy, and not much ineffable.
A saros
Time for gratitude
Letter No. 78: Includes nothing but thanks.
Dr Essai is just back from a journey to the Path of Totality—
Book report for March 2024
Letter No. 77: Includes smutty essayism and many colors.
Dr Essai, with an eye on the beginning of American baseball
Imagining the sullen cave girl who became the world’s first artist
Letter No. 76: Includes someone eating an oyster, disaffected cave youth, and cogitation about color.
The oldest known painters exhibited
Things I’m certain about, though I could be wrong, volume one
Letter No. 75: Includes an awful lot of cocksure opinions, with no fallback plan.
* There is no idea so good
Book report for February 2024
Nothing remarkable about this past month’s reading, save for Rachel Kadish’s The Weight of Ink, a novel that I heartily recommend. What are you reading, Jogglers?
Iron gall ink and the sister Shakespeare never had
Because when I gaze through a scrim of vanished text in my own mind, I am all but helpless, I have to write something, and I’m happy to do so. From ink has come my life. I’ve added my few bits to the lattice of stories. And that feels like a fine life. That feels sufficient.
