What ‘The Correspondent’ by Virginia Evans Returned To Me
The latest buzzy book is bringing me back to the gentleness of loving writing and connections. ‘The Correspondent’ is more than a collection of letters.
Book reviews & analyses
The latest buzzy book is bringing me back to the gentleness of loving writing and connections. ‘The Correspondent’ is more than a collection of letters.
From the Ibis trilogy’s dense histories to Van Gogh’s famine scene and a tale of grief as meals, my recent inspirations circled hunger & loss.
My years of consciously chosen books and curated book experiences have me reflecting on what they taught me & where they tested me.
Female friendship is flattened by patriarchy’s demands. Post 40, I’m finding other women seeking mindful connection & the ability to moderate.
Reading a sprawling colonial saga (Sea of Poppies) and an intimate Tibetan memoir brings me specific lenses to see the world by. A book is my map.
Women ’s stories linger in kitchens & church pews. They carry the weight of funeral households, prayer rituals and unspoken female desire.
A stranger gave me ‘The Collected Regrets of Clover’ in a rare act of generosity. The book gently looks at the messiness & mundaneity of grief.
Mad women on my mind—through cults, kitchens, crimes, and cosmic quests. These stories of rage, resistance, and reckoning ask: what makes a woman mad?
How do you reconcile the love of some books with the thought that their authors hate people like you? Gabrielle Zevin makes me ponder this.
Two stories – one written in the 70s and one in the 2020. They had me thinking about how South India looks at identity issues like gender & faith.