Lydia Netzer

Recently we moved. Goodbye, friends. Imma download you. Instead of wisely and slowly sifting through our possessions first, and taking...

Yesterday, watching CNN, I saw a feature piece about a man who has been feeding the homeless daily out of the back of his truck in a Queens ...

I just can't hang. I don't know what happened to me. I want to say that when I was 23 I could tolerate or even enjoy these books org...

There are two fine lines that Abbott had to navigate when writing Sin in the Second City , a historical account of the Everleigh Club, the f...

Since I have been writing about American Idol for two days, I feel the need to elevate the tone of this blog a little. Of course John Irvin...

Today three books accompanied me to Disney MGM Studios: The House of Sand and Fog by Andre Dubus, Fear and Trembling by Soren Kierkegaard, a...

We're going to the Magic Kingdom, and Heidegger is wearing mouse ears. On the Way to Language is on the way to Space Mountain. So, Mart...

We are still on our way to Disney World. No one should panic. Tonight we went to see the Delta IV Rocket launch from the Kennedy Space Cente...

The books had to be up early. We left at 6:30. Here is The House of the Seven Gables sticking his head out the window, getting some air, let...

Some time ago, I decided to take some books to Disney World. I asked for help in narrowing down my guest list, and now I've made my fina...

I read this book when I was in college and then reread it in graduate school. I love it. Love Phoebe, love Hepzibah, love weird old Clifford...

Who wants to take a ride with me on Cinderella's Golden Carousel? Now put your hand down if you're not made out of literature. I’m g...