Lazy Self-Indulgent Book Reviews: So, Obviously, I'm Reading The New Issue Of O Magazine. →
Because it’s my favourite-magazine-which-isn’t-the-New-Yorker, and I’m a little fried after reading Harold Brodkey’s “This Wild Darkness” last night (I actually slept for eleven solid hours after finishing it), and one of the “Oprah’s trainer talks to Real Women” segments made me crazy.
It was…
Dancing to a Different Reflection →
Dance Dimension’s recital was well into its second hour when Ginny’s mind began to wander. She had lost count of the ballerinas, gymnasts, and tap dancers who had graced the stage since her four-year-old daughter, Lindsay, had performed. So she decided to amuse herself by reading the names on the program. Ginny was almost finished with the roster for the tenth act when her mother leaned over and whispered in her ear.
“Look at that chubby ballerina,” she said in her most disapproving tone.
