Margaret Atwood. I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately, not just because of the recent buzz around The Testaments – although that certainly didn’t hurt. But it’s more than that. It’s like she’s tapped into some deep part of…
George Oppen’s poetry always makes me feel like I’m trying to untangle a knot while simultaneously watching it grow tighter. It’s a sensation that’s both maddening and mesmerizing, like staring at a puzzle with pieces that refuse to fit together.…
Aldous Huxley’s words have been hovering at the edges of my consciousness for years, like a persistent hum in the background of my mind. I’ve read his essays and novels, but it’s not just the ideas he presented that intrigue…
Kay Boyle’s name kept popping up in my American Lit class, and at first, I thought it was just because she wrote about the same stuff everyone else did – love, loss, identity. But the more we read, the more…
I’ve been reading Cesare Beccaria’s “On Crimes and Punishments” for what feels like an eternity, but I’m not even halfway through it. Yet, somehow, his ideas have become a constant hum in the background of my mind. His thoughts on…
Dorothy L. Sayers: a name that has been swirling in my head for months now, ever since I stumbled upon her novels while browsing through a used bookstore. There was something about her writing style, the way she wove together…
I’ve always been fascinated by Herman Hesse’s inner turmoil. It’s like he took the complexities of human existence and poured them onto the page, leaving me to wrestle with his thoughts and emotions alongside him. As I read through his…
I’ve been reading about Rabindranath Tagore for weeks now, and I’m still not sure what draws me to him. Maybe it’s the way he writes about love – like it’s a river that can both soothe and drown you at…
Elizabeth Hardwick’s writing is like a sharp edge that cuts through the haze of my own thoughts. I’ve been reading her essays for months now, and every time I pick up “Sleepless Nights,” I feel like I’m confronting a part…
Ernst Mach’s name keeps popping up in my research for a paper on the philosophy of science. At first, I thought it was just because he was a prominent figure in the history of physics and psychology. But as I…
May Sarton – the writer who has been on my mind lately, like a gentle hum in the background of my thoughts. I first stumbled upon her poetry and prose in college, where we were assigned to read some of…
Edward Said. I’ve been reading his work for years, but it wasn’t until I stumbled upon a collection of his essays that I felt like I was finally grasping what drew me to him. It’s not just the way he…
Anna Akhmatova’s poetry has been haunting me for months now, ever since I stumbled upon her work in a used bookstore. At first, it was just the words that caught my attention – the way she wove together disparate threads…
C.P. Snow – the man who coined the phrase “the two cultures,” a term that has stuck with me since I first stumbled upon it in my literature class. As I reflect on why he holds my attention, I find…
I’ve always been drawn to Christina Rossetti’s poetry, but it wasn’t until I stumbled upon her collection “The World is Too Much With Us” that I really began to understand why. Her words seemed to capture the suffocating weight of…
I’ve found myself returning to Gaston Bachelard again and again, not because I’m reading a specific book of his, but because I keep finding him in my own thoughts. It started with “The Poetics of Space,” which a friend recommended…
Nella Larsen. Her name has been stuck in my head for months now, like a line from a poem I’ve yet to decipher. What draws me to her, really? Is it the way she defied convention, embracing her mixed heritage…
I’ve always been fascinated by Wilfred Owen’s words, but it wasn’t until I stumbled upon his poem “Dulce et Decorum Est” that I truly began to grasp the depth of his emotion. The way he describes the horrors of war…
I’ve always been fascinated by A.S. Byatt’s writing, but it wasn’t until I stumbled upon her essay collection “On Histories” that I felt a deep connection to her work. Her musings on the complexities of storytelling and the blurred lines…
Roman Jakobson’s work has been sitting on my shelf for years, collecting dust alongside a bunch of other unread books and half-finished projects. I picked it up again recently, feeling drawn to the title “Language in Relation to Other Communication…
