Archive for September, 2014

On some books in Edna St. Vincent Millay’s library

Thursday, September 25th, 2014

When my mother and I first entered the library at Steepletop in 2010, the first book I saw was Ulysses, lying flat and nonchalant upon a table as though it had a perfect right to be there. “!!!!” I thought, though “thought” is not the right word for that moment ...