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  • January 10th

    January 10th Americo De Almeida, Jose (Born  January 10, 1887)    JOSE AMERICO DE ALMEIDA was born in 1887 and lived in retirement in Joao Pessoa. His long life was devoted almost entirely to public service and literature. His first novel A Bagacei’ra (Trash, 1928) enjoyed enormous success. The first translation of the book to appear in any language was that of R. L. Scott-Buccleuch into English in 1978 and...

  • January 9th

    January 9th   Karel Capek (Born  January 9, 1890)    Karel Capek (January 9, 1890 - December 25, 1938) was one of the most influential Czech writers of the 20th century. Capek was born in Malé Svatonovice, Bohemia, Austria-Hungary (now Czech Republic). He wrote with intelligence and humour on a wide variety of subjects. His works are known for their interesting and precise descriptions of reality, and...

  • January 8th

    January 8th     Leonardo Sciascia (Born  January 8, 1921)    Leonardo Sciascia (January 8, 1921 – November 20, 1989) was an Italian writer, novelist, essayist, playwright and politician. Some of his works have been made into films, including Open Doors (1990) and Il giorno della civetta (1968). Sciascia was born in Racalmuto, Sicily. In 1935 his family moved to Caltanissetta; here Sciascia studied under...

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  • Ethel Mannin’s Autobiographies
    Ethel Mannin wrote. A lot. By her own declaration, Sunset over Dartmoor (1977), the final chapter of her autobiography, was her 95th. She wrote so many books that even though the “By the Same Author” page in Dartmoor lists 41 novels, along with many other titles on “Politics and Ethics,” “Short Stories,” “Travels and Memoirs,” […]
  • “Afternoon Tea,” from Some Poems, by Clara Louise Lawrence (1914)
    Afternoon Tea An attractive table, round and neat. Presided over by faces sweet; Wafers and candy by fair hands passed. And I’m having my afternoon tea, at last. Luxurious pillows, an easy chair; Odors of violets filling the air. The mingling voices of women and men. Discussing events that are and have been. My thoughts […]
  • A Matter of Time (1966) and The Woman Said Yes (1976), by Jessamyn West
    A Matter of Time and The Woman Said Yes: Encounters with Life and Death offer a reader the rare opportunity of seeing an author tell the same story in two different ways: one as a novel, the other–ten years later–as a memoir. The story is about how Jessamyn West helped her sister, Carmen, in the […]
  • My Mother’s Hands, from Journey Around My Room, by Louise Bogan
    My mother had true elegance of hand. She could cut an apple like no one else. Her large hands guided the knife; the peel fell in a long light curve down from the fruit. Then she cut a slice from the side. The apple lay on the saucer, beautifully fresh, white, dewed with faint juice. […]
  • “To Myself,” from Spicewood, by Lizette Woodworth Reese
    To Myself Girl, I am tired of blowing hot and cold; Of being that with that, and this with this; A loosened leaf no bough would ever miss, At the wind’s whim betwixt the sky and mould. Of wearing masks. Oh, I would rend them all Into the dust that by my door is blown; […]
  • Important to Me, by Pamela Hansford Johnson (1974)
    When I was in high school, I used to keep a copy of C. P. Snow’s Variety of Men, a collection of memoirs of his encounters with such men as Einstein, Churchill, and H. G. Wells, beside my bed. I had picked it up from a sale box at the base exchange, as I thought […]
  • Intimations of Mortality, by Violet Weingarten (1978)
    “Is life too short to be taking shit, or is life too short to mind it?” Violet Weingarten wonders after being told by an acquaintance–erroneously and spitefully–that her husband was having an affair while she is undergoing chemotherapy. A few years later, Anne Lamott, watching as her father, writer Kenneth Lamott, was dying of cancer, […]
  • The Piano Box, from Hide and Seek, by Jessamyn West
    The Kurzmann itself was wasted on me, but the box it was shipped in wasn’t. It became my house; not a playhouse, a place where I played at keeping house, but a real house where I lived. Who needs to play at keeping house when there are three younger children, and a mother never very […]
  • An Unknown Woman, by Alice Koller (1981)
    “When a woman asks to be alone,” Jessamyn West wrote in Hide and Seek, “… alone, alone, truly alone … a woman feels wicked, unloving, defying God and man alike.” If this is true, then Alice Koller could be considered America’s wickedest woman. Since the day in October 1962 when she packed her few belongings […]
  • “The Palace-Burner,” from Poems by Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt
    The Palace-Burner [Paris, 1871] A Picture in a Newspaper. She has been burning palaces. “To see The sparks look pretty in the wind!” Well, yes And something more. But women brave as she Leave much for cowards, such as I, to guess. But this is old, so old that everything Is ashes here, the woman […]

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