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Today is the birthday of Henry
James, born in New York City in 1843. Though
best known for his novels, James was a prolific writer
producing short fiction and novellas, travel writings,
literary criticism, visual arts criticism, journals,
plays, biographies and three volumes of memoirs, one
of which was unfinished and published
posthumously. Having travelled in Europe with
his family from the age of twelve, James left home in
1869 for Rome, stayed for two years in Paris, and
finally settled in London. When the First World
War started, he applied for and was granted British
citizenship, relinquishing his American citizenship in
protest at the United State's failure to actively
support Britain in the war effort.
Dear James Patterson
Thank you for allowing us to dream... read on
And I Quote...
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
The 2015 Bailey's Prize shortlist has been released, details of the six titles are here.
Author David Nicholls declares that showrooming is a "genteel form of shoplifting". For the record, we agree.
The next DLR Lexicon bookclub meeting will be on Tuesday April 21st when we will be discussing Andrew Sean Greer's The Story of a Marriage, and getting competitive with a quiz to test readers' literary knowledge.
A wide-ranging discussion revolving around the figures just released by VIDA relating the gender disparity in literary criticism. Hosted by Hugh Linehan with contribution from Una Mullally, Laurence Mackin, and yours truly (from 24:15)
from Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
"Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry."
And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
The Tavern shouted—"Open then the Door.
You know how little while we have to stay,
And, once departed, may return no more."