READ: Where do I write? All over the damn place: Elisa Albert | “…a watershed moment in my life, in labor and in such pain that I couldn’t care anymore what other people thought of me.” Meaghan O’Connell’s birth story. | When I was young nothing made me happier than seeing the word “trilogy.” As my local St Vincent’s charity shop worker carefully handwrites on each collected volume he sells, “3 books for the price of ONE.” This week I have found something even better, the holy grail: a NEW DETECTIVE SERIES. It’s Susan Hill’s Simon Serrailer series and there are seven of them already in print! It’s like PD James only only he’s an artist-policeman instead of Dalgliesh’s poet-policeman. I am only half way through the first one but it is perfect.
LOOK: 20 best slow food recipes: part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4. Cauliflower cake. | Brunchfastclub. | In London: Japanese vegetable box. | Violet Cakes on the Selby. | Composed: UK only for now: lets you stream classical music by composer or mood! | Watching The (Danish) Killing III on DVD box set like it’s 2006.
THINK: “I associate happiness with having a plan.” | What type of person gets to say they’re working on their novel without being laughed at?
READ: “It’s easy to deliver a hot take when someone puts themselves out there like that, a vulnerable chicken carcass that falls apart at the joints. Your argument is strong; you are right, the behavior was unflattering, maybe disgusting. It’s harder to say, “Hello, I am the disgusting person.” | Anna Holmes: “daring to honor my interior life…” | Uniforms: “If you too are a person for whom the idea of expressing yourself through clothes feels embarrassing or even just inefficient…” | The 34 houses on London’s Fournier Street. “French, Irish, Jewish, West Indian, Bangladeshi, gay, Protestant, Muslim, rich, poor, threadbare, glorious; home to atheists, artists, hedge fund managers, bookmakers, pharmacists, silk weavers, taxi companies and movie stars.” | 33 Artists in 3 Acts.
LOOK: The art of the Rose Bakery breakfast. | Aftertastes. | Wholy Goodness. | Vita’s Purple Border Collection. | New Mid Week Distractions on Miss Moss. | timkeypoet on Instagram. | Street style at Frieze London. | I put Grayson Perry’s Who Are You? on as background while Jude was cooking and I was giving Sunday her dinner. Suddenly we both said “this is amazing.” | RIP best pod Girls in Hoodies.
THINK: “The challenge of the feminist novel is that a novel has to tell a compelling story. The feminist ambition cannot override the narrative ambition, or one has not written a novel.” | The shame of poor teeth in a rich world.
READ: “… the way you make a great work of art is by imitating it, and in your failure to imitate, that is where the beauty in your work lies, and that is where genius lies.” | Reading Seven Days in the Art World by Sarah Thornton (this review of it is a bit boring. Simply clarifying a problem is hard enough work on its own without having to propose solutions to everything.) | Emma Cline reads her Paris Review story Marion / on adolescence, pen pals, and the Manson girls / hell yes I’ll be reading her book.
LOOK: Watching Australia’s The Code on BBC iPlayer! | The dirty girls. | Lena Dunham’s bookshelf. (They’re great books, okay.) | How to poach an egg. Perhaps I will be brave enough to attempt this soon. It is an idiotic personal cooking hurdle! | Pickled salmon and cucumber salad. | Almond butter blueberry cookies. | Caramel and macadamia cheesecake.
THINK: When a woman conceals the first trimester of pregnancy, who is she trying to protect? | “We need to ask, today perhaps more than ever, why men turn against women when it is their own masculinity that is threatened; why does assaulting a woman appear so often to be the best way to compensate masculine failing and distress.” | “What may seem like an agreeable quid pro quo looks different in the long run, when women age out of the system without any returns on the time they invested.”
READ: Meaghan O’Connell: Who’s taking care of your baby? | Elevating dinner for one: “if it’s not what you do when no one’s looking, it will never be truly what you do.” | Zadie Smith: Find your beach. | “Look,’ she said. ‘She can be your cat. Some friends of mine got her, but they have no idea how to look after a cat. They were feeding her on lobster soup. She’s called Grey Cat. Come in.” The fairytale story of how Doris Lessing took in Jenny Diski. | Eerily composed: a profile of Nico Muhly. (Nico Muhly’s Wish You Were Here.)
LOOK: Interviews with Melbourne gallerists on Good Good Girl. | New Steve Reich album: Radio Rewrite. | Karl Ove Knausgaard and Stephen Grosz in conversation. | Bookmarking: the 20 greatest standup specials of all time. | Classic scone recipe. | Yoga Pot / The New Yoga Pot. | “Serve the braised cabbage warm, with a dollop of soured cream alongside and a wedge of lemon, to squeeze over.” | Leila’s Shop on Instagram.
THINK: “Back-burners.” | “There is a roadmap for much of our lives, neatly plotted out… those who hew most closely to its contours in youth end up feeling most lost in middle age.” | “Ah now I see, this aspect of things was always there, I can see it now where I couldn’t before. I have lived with it for so long but I have found ways of getting round it, or of simply not seeing it, or of pretending it was something else. But now I do see it, as clearly as that chair or table.” | Stop telling women not to “take things personally”: the plague of gendered criticism (this broke my heart).