Ireland starts for me with the end of The Dead, which my father read to me from his desk in his basement office in New Albany, Ind.

Ireland starts for me with the end of The Dead, which my father read to me from his desk in his basement office in New Albany, Ind.

It is a curious fact that the word essayist showed up in English before it existed in French.

Not watching TV gets me in a lot of trouble in my household because my wife and daughter have a lot of shows they like to watch.

We live in such constant nearness to the abyss of past time that the moment is endlessly sucked into.

One of the best things I’ve read about that inexplicably, but endlessly, fascinating group of people, the so-called Serious Collectors of 78s. Petrusich burrows into not just their personalities but the hunger that unites and drives their obsessions. She writes elegantly, and makes you think, and most important manages to hang onto her skepticism in the midst of her own collecting quest.

The city of Cork - the urban center, where all the shops and bars and everything are - is actually an island, a river island.