A Hortatory HEADACHE

Any honest assiduous reader must confess that looking too closely and too long at the object (s) of one’s desire can altogether cancel any beneficiary effect. [Please see previous post].

Tonight I wanted to give Thoreau and his self-righteous certitude in Walden a ka-pow kick in the butt.  I would have aspired to do the same with Gass’s gaseousness, but he scares me because he’s still alive.

Anyway, tonight I’m reading “Birds of Florida” and stalking the wild turkeys in my backyard.

Emily Dickinson would have given all of this short shrift.  “There came a day at Summer’s full/Entirely for me–”


About Margaret Jean Langstaff

A lifelong critical reader with literary tastes, a novelist, short story writer, essayist, book critic, and professional book editor for many years. A consultant to publishers and authors, providing manuscript critiques and a full range of editorial services. A friend and supporter of all other readers and writers. A collector of signed modern first editions. Animal lover and tree hugger. Follow me on Twitter @LangstaffEditor
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