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Paddy's Lament, Ireland 1846-1847: Prelude to Hatred
Thomas Gallagher
Pivot: The Only Move That Matters Is Your Next One
Jenny K. Blake
When in French: Love in a Second Language
Lauren Collins
Beyond the Job Description: How Managers and Employees Can Navigate the True Demands of the Job
Jesse Sostrin
Vision and Art: The Biology of Seeing
David Hubel, Margaret S. Livingstone
Achieving Your Potential As A Photographer: A Creative Companion and Workbook
Harold Davis
Reclaiming Conversation: The Power of Talk in a Digital Age
Sherry Turkle
Picture Perfect Practice: A Self-Training Guide to Mastering the Challenges of Taking World-Class Photographs (Voices That Matter)
Roberto Valenzuela
Man's Search for Meaning
Viktor E. Frankl, Harold S. Kushner
Terms of Service: Social Media and the Price of Constant Connection
Jacob Silverman

Magnificent Spinster

The Magnificent Spinster - May Sarton Interesting story of a life and exploration of what makes a life. I've seen this described as "gentle" and I guess that a way of describing. There is not the usual narrative arc. It's more about a friend musing on another friend/mentor/teacher's life. It's a somewhat aristocratic life, but one filled with passion, conviction, and principles. It was also interesting reading of Harvard Square long ago. The structure is interesting, but a little clunky too. Cam, the narrator, is writing a novelization of her friend Jane's life. Cam is a historian by profession and attempting this fiction style for the first time at 70. She frames the story with direct addresses to the reader, and then will write sections of Jane's life, and then come back for commentary on how her own writing is going. A couple of quotes:"It is odd that, on the whole, novelists speak little of friendship between opposite sexes, and especially these days, when sexual encounters dominate everything else in most fictional characters. I am writing about a woman who had a genius for friendship with both sexes, and touched deeply an enormous number and variety of lives. Could she have done so to the same extent, and at the same depth, had she married? I think not. It is one of the questions I hope to be able to probe as I pursue my quarry." p. 58"Yes," she said thoughtfully, "but any work of art has to do with both the interpreter and her subject, surely? You can't keep yourself out of it, can you?"I had not thought of it like that. I had seen myself simply as an observer, a recorder, but I saw at once that she had hit the nail on the head."