By Celia Mcgee 8/14/06 12:00am

Echo-Filled Second Novel Ends on a Gooey Note

The divide between memory and fantasy, the past’s reality and what the mind invents, is supposed to be clean, straight and deep. Then is then, now is now, and life gets on with itself. If a sudden, heart-ripping death occurs, that trough is a handy place for burial: not for the body but for anger, Read More

By Alexandra Jacobs 9/09/02 12:00am

Eight Day Week

Wednesday 4th

Sayonara, summer! Wake up this morning and realize that the “season of frivolity” is basically kaput , that you forgot to get a tan and a boyfriend who doesn’t wear big, clunky, shiny black shoes and dance around (hop, hop, hop, swoosh !) to MTV while he gets dressed , and you’re Read More