READ: The Glass Essay by Anne Carson | Mary Beard: The public voice of women. | When a (comparatively) carefree blackgirl wins an Oscar. | Emily Gould: How much my novel cost me. I liked finding out that this, which sounds so natural, took months to write. I also like it because there’s hater fuel in there. She squandered a small fortune. Her boyfriend paid off her credit card. These days it’s braver to say that kind of stuff than it is to admit to… (I don’t know, whatever it used to be scary to say in personal essays). | Steve Roggenbuck’s MFA.
LOOK: Anabela’s favourite yoga and meditation apps. | Noisli. | Enjoying Ana Kinsella’s A week’s clicks. | Happy birthday Fashion Abecedaire!
THINK: Normcore: “letting go of the need to look distinctive.” | Peer pressure no longer exists because peers no longer exist. | Television is not the new novel. Television is the old novel. | Regret is the perfect emotion for our self-absorbed times. | On boring, inaccessible theatre. | Australians “find something cathartic about this official form of violence.” | Parental anxieties and stress about technology are “devastating and destructive.”
READ: The love affair between Elizabeth Bowen and Charles Ritchie. “If she ever thought that she loved me more than I did her, she is revenged.” | On not going home. | Mavis Gallant: “Had she lived some other way, she would not have been the writer that she was.” | “Never trust a fart. Never pass up a drink. Never ignore an erection.” A man in his 90s. | “Reading widely and deeply is crucial… but knowing every important work of literature, if you want to be a novelist, is not required and could even hinder things.” Rachel Kushner’s By the Book. | How to be popular. | I put together a reading list for soon-to-be mothers. (I can’t believe Sunday is six months old. Some photos of her new bedroom.)
LOOK: At least four cups a day of Campbell’s Perfect Tea. | I can’t wait to watch The Broken Shore. | The Macrobiotic Plate. | Strumming music.
THINK: Art+Feminism Wikipedia Edit-a-thon. | Anna Krien: the “seemingly contrary mix of uncertainty and confidence” of good longform journalists. | Your memory rewrites the past and edits it with new experiences.
We were here first, are bigger and “smarter,” and we’re two against one. But all pretence that Jude and I are in charge in this house is over. This small despot is growing every day and ready to stretch out. She has requisitioned the largest room in her house as her bedroom and playroom. RIP our old lives, RIP our dominance. At least I finally got to use some picture ledges to put up some of my favourite of her books, willingly becoming a human Pinterest as well as this baby’s slave.
My friend asked me for a baby reading list. I would never feel comfortable saying “this is what having a baby is like” or “this is what it’s like to be a mother” but I do feel confident in sharing what I liked reading when I was thinking about having a baby, when I was pregnant, and then when I was looking after a tiny new baby, reading out paragraphs to Jude in a whisper to reassure us both that whatever she was doing was normal.