Like many of you who teach, I posted grades this past week, and thus began the joy of summer. I remember a time when I would have been packed up to leave town for a summer of adventure and acquiring experience from which to draw my stories. But my life is more settled now. I look forward to getting up every morning, nestling with Cricket, my younger cat, coffee handy, and a relatively new translation of ANNA KARENINA. This Penguin Classics edition, translated by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky, won the PEN/Book-of-the-Month Club Translation Prize. It is a sweet, private pleasure. I enjoy the story and the writing the way I enjoyed books before I became a writer, before I knew anything of the peaks and troughs of being a professional.
Elizabeth Stuckey-French promises her essay on using Tarot cards to facilitate the development of characters. Rita Rud promises a review of Nami Mun's novel. I am giving thought to posting a serial novel on this site, a couple chapters a week. Eric Scovel, dear soul, plans to help me set up the email system so that you will receive news of any recent postings.
I haven't forgotten about you. I've been teaching. It takes me over for about six weeks each semester. I want to spend the summer in gratitude for all the great women I know, the lush, green, more-than-human world, and time.