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Joan WickershamBoston Globe |
Here are some recommendations — in the spirit of escaping 2024, celebrating good writing, and hanging on to the things that endure.
It’s an alarm clock of a word. It implies that whatever you imagined the stakes were before, they’re even higher than you thought.
I have no idea what the world will be like when my snowdrops and fritillaria come up next spring.
Two people on opposite ends of the political spectrum share a meal and their differences.
It’s a great movie to watch or rewatch during a heatwave.
It doesn’t care how the writer thinks or what the recipient feels. It blows people off with a kind of staggeringly bland algorithmic sang-froid.
Sometimes walking around the ottoman means keeping my mouth shut, and sometimes it means speaking up when in the past I would have been silent.
Looking at a 60-year-old magazine is an exercise not only in history but also in humility.
The numbers were all anybody talked about.
Clivias connect me back to my parents and my mother-in-law in a way that feels welcome and moving.
In the early days of 2024, if you are looking for topical reading, you couldn’t do better than to turn or return to Charles Dickens’s massive,...
a leaden sense of dread that can descend without warning at this time of year and that comes and goes throughout the season.