Sasha might be enjoying reading the “About the Author” pages a smidge too much —

[This is all obviously off the top of my head. Hello, lazy weekend.] [And thanks to The Boyfriend for letting me borrow his Robert Lowell poetry books for yet another fuzzy book pictorial.] You know the whole la-dee-dah about letting the text speak for itself, the author being dead and all that jazz, the Not [...]

marginalia || The Mountain Lion, by Jean Stafford

Jean Stafford's introduction to her 1947 novel, The Mountain Lion, closes with: "Poor old Molly! I loved her dearly and [spoiler spoiler spoiler]." That never augurs well. You begin the novel wary of tragedy, anticipating brokenness and all-around disaster. That you feel, even within the first few pages, that it shall all lead to you [...]