Posted in February 2013

Brain/Food: samosas and books, equitably distributed

Welcome to the second installment of Brain/Food! This month’s contributor is Fathima Cader, Renaissance woman. She is a writer, world traveler, lawyer, web designer, and photographer. She is also one of the funniest and most original thinkers I’ve ever met. Fathima was a student in the very first university course I taught. It was a … Continue reading

Mid-Farch blues

Friends, we’re just about halfway through the affliction of Farch, but if you think this means there’s any relief in sight, I laugh at your insane and misguided optimism. Yesterday, it was sunny and hovering just above the freezing mark; it was lovely, in other words. That was Farch getting our hopes up so that … Continue reading

In memorium: soy and a soup pot

I lost two of my most favourite things recently, one under mysterious circumstances, the other because of a stove top mishap for which I take complete responsibility. My guilt and irresponsibility first: Once upon a time, I got married. My husband and I decided against all the frills and floomph and icing that often characterizes … Continue reading

Reading Soseki: A memoir

A few weeks ago, I read Soseki’s Natsume’s Grass on the Wayside; I needed a reboot on the space Soseki’s fiction was occupying in my brain after that Francis Mathy translation debacle. Given what Soseki has been to me, I couldn’t let that horrid memory of literary neglect and abuse linger too long; it wouldn’t … Continue reading

Garlic: a love story

Once upon a time, I was 23 years old. I was about to begin a Master’s degree at an excellent university, but at a university located in the town in which I’d grown up. A town which hadn’t acted upon my psyche to make me extremely adventurous or open-minded or charming. This is important to … Continue reading

The shifting and confused gusts of memory

In my previous post about Swann’s Way, I discussed it as a novel about humans being defined almost solely by unhealthy obsessions. This is a rather grim view of things tempered only, perhaps, by the fact that this hasn’t been my experience of life after 21-ish. I suppose I should also talk about remembrance, memory, … Continue reading