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		<title>A Room of One&#8217;s Own</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 22:01:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“The ideal view for daily writing,
hour on hour, is the blank brick wall of a
 cold storage warehouse. Failing this, a stretch
of sky will do, cloudless if possible.”
Edna Ferber
Writing should be the ultimately portable activity. The stereotype of the author, reinforced by numerous advertisements for writing courses, is of the creative spirit freed from the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hard Questions</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Only the most boring questions have answers. For example, here are three of the world&#8217;s most interesting and least answerable questions, which are posed at the beginning of Douglas Adams&#8217; space odyssey, The Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy: &#8220;Why are we born? Why do we die? And why do we spend so much of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Twelfth Night</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 23:12:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Twelfth Night is supposed to mark the end of the Christmas season. Before midnight, unless we want to risk bad luck all year, the decorations must be taken down, and the last traces of the holiday removed. Our neighbors don’t know this. The morning after Twelfth Night, January 6, we’re still surrounded by houses draped [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On Keeping Quiet</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 23:07:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last week I  started on the somewhat daunting task of reading The Autobiography of Mark Twain. This work has been assembled over many years by the Mark Twain Project, and is not so much an autobiography as a cleverly edited collection of notes and fragments that Mr. Clemens left behind when he died in [...]]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 20:28:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We are sliding into the thirteenth year of the twenty-first century. It’s no longer a novelty. Most people write the date on their checks correctly, and we’ve learned to say “two thousand twelve” with great panache. The twentieth century already seems almost as remote and historic as the nineteenth. 
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 20:22:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Millions of writers all over the world will be making their New Year’s resolutions right now or (if you read this any time after January 7) contemplating the futility of their good intentions.
It’s not just writers of course, but everybody. But in my very personal experience writers tend to have a limited repertoire of resolutions, [...]]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 22:03:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[If you still need to make your Christmas pudding it&#8217;s too late. But if you want something special for 2012 here&#8217;s a recipe from my mother, who got it directly from her mother, who was born in 1884, the forty-seventh year of Queen Victoria&#8217;s Reign. My maternal grandmother lived to be almost a hundred, and [...]]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 14:17:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I can&#8217;t seem to stop sending Christmas cards. I had planned to give it up this year but, when the cards started coming in, I felt guilty, wrote two or three, then twenty, then fifty, just like last year. It seems to be one of those habits learned in childhood that are almost impossible to [...]]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 19:18:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Being an essayist may have been fashionable in the eighteenth century, but today it feels like the literary equivalent of playing the lute or weaving on the hand loom – an archaic pastime for nostalgic dilettantes. The action is elsewhere, in fiction. So why not write fiction?
Believe me I’ve tried, starting when I was a [...]]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 19:15:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[During the month of December, driving around the suburbs at night can be a profoundly surrealistic experience. Most of the residential streets are dull and dark, as usual. But sometimes you turn a corner and see a multi-colored glow in the sky, as if aliens had landed on the next block. It&#8217;s another Christmas light [...]]]></description>
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