Sublime

lacuna

Leni saw Mama softening, reshaping her needs to match his, imagining this new personality: Alaskan.

bibliomancer,

A wild woman, her mother called her. A shocking piece of work. And so she is. Lord have mercy.

She was particularly interested in living authors, although she initially refused to meet them, knowing the distance between the work and the person could be covered only by disappointment.

I also liked it because it allowed me to justify the impulse of tenderness roused in me by Michele’s manner, which has remained candid and ingenuous, even now that he’s almost fifty. When he calls me “mamma” I respond in a tone that’s severe yet loving, the same I used with Riccardo when he was a child. But now I see that it was a mistake; he was t