Archive for September 2014

Station Eleven is a complex story. Some assembly is required.  Mandel begins with a death. An actor, Arthur Leander, plays King Lear in an unusual staging of that play: three little girls (who will grow into the king’s quarreling daughters) sit on stage as the curtain rises. Leander falters, flubs a line, flails out a…

The second of two wrens that hatched in the little birdhouse hanging outside my office window finally fledged. I’d listened to their chatter for several weeks, watched mama and papa fly in with morsels of food and back out with the babies’ fecal sacs carefully clutched in their beaks. To avoid revealing the location of…