Infinite Jest; Wuthering Heights … for very different reasons.
“The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed.”
—James Joyce, “Araby”
Gloaming. (Also, favorite time of day.)
Writers whose words I love, besides:
Anne Lamott; Ann Patchett; Junot Díaz; Colum McCann; Lorrie Moore; José Saramago; George Saunders; Victor Hugo. Too many poets.
Favorite food + drink:
Black Mission figs + Sancerre—ideally in combination, and in Paris.
Favorite personal place of off-duty:
“… in the U.S.A.’s city Boston was in the Public Garden of summer …”
Coffee or tea:
Dogs or cats:
Cat-like dogs; dog-like cats—of which I have two of the very best.
Where I write:
My kitchen desk, looking out on the backyard.
Pronounced, Sky-ler. (Though it rarely is; alas, alack.)
Why, “Now in the Garden”?