On Reading Liebling I first read A.J. Liebling while lying in a bathtub at the Château Frontenac in Quebec. It was an August evening, not yet half-a-lifetime ago, and I had spent the afternoon driving in the […]
I’m trying to lose some weight. Do you know of a poem that can help me?
— Candice P., Newport, Rhode Island
A poem to help in the short term, by Jim Harrison […]
A Nice French Red
When the McCain campaign labeled Barack Obama a socialist, it was one of the worst slurs they could think of. But here in France, socialists are banal. […]