It’s a sunny, breezy day in Princeton, New Jersey, and I am sitting at a dining room table built by two of my three housemates (the one in the architecture school, not the one in the English department with me), and the table is covered on books on reading James Joyce, and cups that no [...]

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Dear Harold Bloom,
I love you. Let’s get married.
But: what about this?, my reader enjoins. And it’s true, Harold Bloom. I think you are a lunatic. I think you are straight-up crazy nuts. Also, you are approximately one million years old, and I am twenty-six. But I do [...]

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Two things, variations on a theme with other variations, to confront and subsequently integrate:
Emily Gould: edits interesting but problematic blog, writes interesting but problematic blog, writes interesting but problematic Times Magazine article, throughout airs personal insecurities, makes mistakes in public, gets flayed in the media, gets book deal to write about more of same?
This post: [...]

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