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Currently, all the glory of Elizabeth Strout.

Jeudi soir. Dans la cuisine. Sous la pleine lune. Italie.

One of the things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Annie Dillard, The Writing Life.

A month ago, my new essay Who Are The Fire Tamers? about the secret world of traditional French healers, Sontag, Bachelard, bodies and medical care, was published in @aeon.co. Since, I've been contacted by readers from around the world. Today, this beautiful comment was left. aeon.co/essays/who-a...

A postcard : The washing is drying to the sight of a full moon. My novel is getting redrafted, burning a little. We’re swimming daily and bickering. It’s July with pizza, gelato and delicious, addictive espresso. I’m prepping interviews and blurbs and book pitches. We’re in Italy.

Today’s rereading : The Good Soldier, Ford Madox Ford.

Mardi matin. En Italie.

Rereading Dillard…

Postcard from Italy: not a win but a happy loss. I’m honored to have made this shortlist out of 1500 applicants as only 4 writers-people get the gig.

Postcard from Italy, July: a broken coffee machine, tiny public beaches, azur, chopped radicchio, elegant grannies, books, writing, and Elizabeth Hardwick: If only one knew what to remember or pretend to remember. Make a decision & what you want from the lost things will present itself- Perhaps.

Traveling in France, Marseille and Italy, and writing and reading and thinking about ambiguity, openness, indeterminacy and time… www.themarginalian.org/2018/01/22/j...

Writing and the Threshold Life: Jane Hirshfield on How the Liminal Liberates Us from the Prison of the Self“The creative self [asks] the surrender of ordinary conceptions of identity and will for a broader kind of intimacy and allegiance.”www.themarginalian.org

La vue du train. Dimanche. Monaco.

L’olivier à la gare de Toulon. Dimanche matin.

Le départ vers L’Italie. Dimanche matin.

When you travel your first discovery is that you do not exist. Elizabeth Hardwick, Sleepless Nights Photo. La Veille Charité, Marseille.

Fascinating article on Sleepless Night by Elizabeth Hardwick, and the questions of fiction, genre and the novel: www.nybooks.com/articles/200...

On 'Sleepless Nights' | Geoffrey O’BrienElizabeth Hardwick's compressed, singular work Sleepless Nights was described when published in 1979 as a novel. It bore, however, a peculiar relation towww.nybooks.com

Jeudi après-midi. À côté de Marseille.

Le jardin. Chez Valérie. Marseille.

Everything groans under treachery. Elizabeth Hardwick, Sleepless Nights

Next up: Sleepless Nights by Elizabeth Hardwick. Seminal autofiction. I am EXCITED!