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      <image:caption>Bookforum If you want a golden rule that will fit everybody, this is it: Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.” So goes the famous William Morris quotation. A great many domestic possessions, of course, are either one or the other. But the world seems short on things that are both. Among my own small trove, I count a wristwatch that belonged to my late father...</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Food - Practical Magic</image:title>
      <image:caption>Bookforum If you want a golden rule that will fit everybody, this is it: Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.” So goes the famous William Morris quotation. A great many domestic possessions, of course, are either one or the other. But the world seems short on things that are both. Among my own small trove, I count a wristwatch that belonged to my late father...</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Food - DOS AND DONUTS</image:title>
      <image:caption>Bookforum “This is the Seinfeld cookbook,” Mike Solomonov explained to me earlyish one morning not too long ago. “It’s about nothing.” We were standing in the original Federal Donuts shop, which he and four partners opened in the low-slung, residential, and decidedly uncool Pennsport neighborhood of South Philadelphia in 2011. Sunlight streamed in through a plate-glass window emblazoned with the company’s red rooster logo...</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Food - Alice’s Restaurant: A new memoir recounts the making of Chez Panisse.</image:title>
      <image:caption>Bookforum In 1979, Werner Herzog made good on a promise to eat his shoe. A few years earlier, Errol Morris, a protégé of Herzog’s in Berkeley, California, had been struggling to finish his first film. Herzog promised that if Morris got it done, he’d consume some footwear. Morris ultimately delivered Gates of Heaven, the documentary about the pet-cemetery business that launched his career; Herzog, true to his word, entered the kitchen with a pair of leather boots.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum Protein powder stirred into diet orange soda. Milk pudding with a touch of voodoo mixed in. Thick hunks of gingerbread, boiled bacon with broad beans, “Shrimp Wiggle,” and oceans of champagne. These are just some examples of the food and drink that pop up in Laura Shapiro’s new book, What She Ate: Six Remarkable Women and the Food That Tells Their Stories (Viking, $27).</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum Agnostics and atheists rejoice! If the holiday season brings out in you, as it occasionally does in me, a nagging undercurrent of regret that there is no higher order giving weight to your festivities, Taschen books understands. Its reissue of Salvador Dalí's 1973 cookbook, Les Dîners de Gala ($60), filled with lavish recipes and images that frequently verge on the disturbing,</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum Spoiler alert: I made the Big Fucking Steak. Of course I did. Because of all the recipes in Anthony Bourdain’s new cookbook, Appetites (Ecco, $38), it has the most Bourdainian recipe title, stamped in huge letters at the top of the page and preceded by a photo spread of an enormous dog in profile, jaws wide open and teeth glistening, about to pounce on a piece of raw meat.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum Deuki Hong is throwing chunks of butter into a giant wok. It’s a late afternoon in December, and we’re in the kitchen of the restaurant Kang Ho Dong Baekjeong, on Thirty-second Street in Manhattan, making kimchi fried rice. Already in the wok are pork belly, onion, kimchi, and cooked rice. The hissing noise the mixture makes as Hong flattens it down with the back of a huge ladle is epic, louder than the music blaring...</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>The Times Literary Supplement It’s the rare child in the English-speaking world who makes it to adulthood without having some version of the maxim “Mighty oaks from little acorns grow” pressed upon them. Though Dan Barber never actually cites this hoary phrase in his new book, The Third Plate: Field notes on the future of food, he nonetheless makes its sentiment resonate anew for adults.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum Most of the people who saw the 2009 film Julie &amp; Julia agreed: It would have been better if it were simply Julia. (Indeed, one fan, who happened to be a film editor, was heralded as a hero vigilante when he posted a Julie Powell–free version of the movie called &amp; Julia online.)</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum The holidays are fast approaching as I write this column, bringing the usual flurry of thoughts about what to cook for the rush of upcoming festive dinners. Whatever delicacies appear on my table (along with the family recipes that have been grandfathered in despite their dependence on canned soups), they’re guaranteed to be pretty different from what I, and everybody else in America, was making in the kitchen twenty years...</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum Long before I had any idea that Laurie Colwin was a food writer, I loved her writing about food. I discovered it not in the articles she wrote for Gourmet and other magazines, starting in the ’80s, but in her fiction, each volume of which, if I may borrow one of her titles, is another marvelous thing.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>In the autumn of 2007, I moderated a panel at the New York Public Library called “Julia Child in America.” Its subject was Child’s ongoing and outsize effect on American cooking and food culture. It had been convened on the occasion of a new biography of Child written by one of the panelists, the estimable food historian Laura Shapiro. The other participants were no less expert and engaging: chef Dan Barber of Blue Hill and Blue Hill at Stone Barns, food writer David Kamp, and cookbook author, editor, and FOJ (friend of Julia) Molly O’Neill.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum Some years ago, when my first child was finally old enough to sit through a book that (a) was not made of cardboard and (b) had more than four words on a page, I raided the bookshelves of my childhood bedroom with glee. Narrative, at last! All my old favorites were there—the Wizard of Oz books, The Adventures of Pippi Longstocking, The Tale of Peter Rabbit, In the Night Kitchen.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum “This is the topsy-turvy world of luxurious toil,” Max Watman writes in Harvest: Field Notes from a Far-Flung Pursuit of Real Food, his new book about his adventures with—oh, how I’ve come to dread this phrase—real food. He’s describing his preparation of a foraged meal during a recent summer vacation, which began with him making salt from seawater, because “what could be more guttural, more intrinsically oceanic than the ocean’s salt?”</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum I have always been inordinately fond of things with moving parts—pinball machines, record players, those clocks and watches in which you can see the gears and sprockets turning as the seconds tick away. As such, one of my great regrets in life is that I was born in Manhattan after the heyday of the Automat. That combination of food and simple machinery is like a holy grail for me.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum Some years ago, I heard a fantastic story about Andy Warhol attending a banquet for wealthy Manhattan art patrons sometime in the 1960s. The tables were laden with all manner of delicacies—caviar, pâtés, the works.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum “I wanted to rent a lion, but they said the insurance was too much,” Eddie Huang told me, offhandedly, one chilly afternoon late last year. We were discussing the four-minute TED talk he’s preparing to deliver at the organization’s annual conference this February, “I Dreamt of White Lions.”</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum The holidays, their excesses, and the absolution of those excesses in the unblemished promise of the new year are nigh upon us. As such, I feel the need to come clean about something that seems especially timely: I am a fruitcake proselytizer. What’s more, I have successfully converted a rather large number of previously fruitcake-despising people—and they are legion—to my faith.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum It all began with the Los Angeles kimchi taco truck. Rumors of this previously unimaginable and yet obviously brilliant invention began to float into our Brooklyn home from the West Coast sometime in 2009. My husband, a native Angeleno—and thus a taco snob— as well as a kimchi fanatic, immediately began trying to find a reason to fly out to the City of Angels as soon as possible.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum In 1941, M. F. K. Fisher famously considered the oyster. To her many thoughts on how, when, where, and why to eat it, she added this little excursion into its amorous dimensions: “The love-life of an oyster is a curious one, dependent on the vagaries of temperature and the tides,” she mused.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum Memo to the Powers That Be: When I die, I would like to be transported immediately, and in perpetuity, to the picnic that Craig Claiborne held on Gardiners Island, just off East Hampton, Long Island, on August 1, 1965. I will live there in a state of perfect bliss, feasting on the following Francophilic offerings:</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum What is it about the promise of a frozen treat on a hot day that can make a five-year-old wake up in the pitch black of 5:00 am and pad to his mother’s bedside to poke her unceremoniously and ask: “Is it time to make the popsicles?” (No. No, it is not. Not before daylight, and certainly never before coffee.) It is, I suspect, more than just a craving for sugar and cooler temperatures.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum "One of the secrets of life during wartime," writes Annia Ciezadlo in Day of Honey: A Memoir of Food, Love, and War, her chronicle of eating in Baghdad in the months after the 2003 invasion of Iraq and in Beirut during the 2006 war with Israel, "is that your senses become unnaturally sharp, more attuned to pleasure in all its forms.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum 'Tis the season, and I suspect there is no one on earth capable of embracing it more festively than David Wondrich. His first book about cocktails, Imbibe! (2007), is a rousing call to the bar in the form of the life and times of pioneering nineteenth-century bartender—and author of The Bartender's Guide—Jerry Thomas, recipes included.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum In the 1980s, we had urban cowboys. Now, we have urban farmers. Where John Travolta in a cowboy hat and big belt buckle was once the emblem of a newly citified country boy, today trends lean in the other direction, with urbanites going back—partway, at least—to the land. Dressed in everything from Carhartt overalls to newly stylish Walmart Wellingtons, they're a generation that finds itself longing for a connection through blackberries of the earthy kind.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum Gourmet, as anyone with even the vaguest interest in food knows, is gone. That this is cause for sober reflection practically goes without saying. It was a cornerstone of the food-writing world, one that nurtured adventurous cooks long before most people in America knew what an artichoke was. Fortunately, the magazine met its demise at a time when there are more alternatives than its first readers in 1941 could ever have imagined.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Food - Guiltless Gourmet: Brillat-Savarin's classic work exhorts us to eat, drink, and most of all be merry.</image:title>
      <image:caption>Bookforum We live in an era of food separatism. Among our factions are the locavores, the vegans, the raw foodists, and the sustainable agriculturists. We have grass-fed beef, grass-finished beef, organic produce, minimally treated produce, and people who swear by or disparage some or all of the four. We have theory after theory—scientific, political, personal—about what to eat and why. We have Top Chef and Iron Chef, and never the twain shall meet.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum Alcohol can cause delusions—among Americans, anyway, who think it's reasonable to let a person vote and go to war before giving them the right to sip a fuzzy navel. And these are just the latest symptoms of this affliction, which dates back to colonial days.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum Once upon a time, in a land I'd like to visit for dessert—before Skinny Cow and Tasti D-Lite and before America came along and voted plain old vanilla its favorite flavor year after year after year—ice cream was serious stuff. It was so serious, in fact, that people believed it could be deadly. Though sharbat, a fruity drink served over snow or ice, existed in the Middle East in medieval times, the Western world was slow to catch on.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum Confession: When I got a galley of Jennifer 8. Lee’s new book about the history of Chinese food in America, I imme­diately flipped to the back, hoping to find my name in the index. And by “my name,” I mean, of course, the name of “my” Chinese restaurant in upper Manhattan, the one where my parents often took my sister and me on Sunday nights for dinner when we were young.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Bookforum Tucked in among the many gems—culinary, historical, literary, religious, and otherwise—stashed throughout Gillian Riley’s new Oxford Companion to Italian Food is “The Pope’s Kitchen,” a luscious, whimsical sonnet by the nineteenth-century Roman poet Gioachino Giuseppe Belli, which I cannot bear to include here in anything but its entirety</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Boston Globe When Nancy Drew stole on to the scene of the crime 75 years ago last April, complete with her shiny blue roadster and her finely tuned sense of good and evil, the teen detective was the very model of the independent-minded young lady on a mission. She was invented in the waning days of the Roaring Twenties by a children's...</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Boston Globe When Nancy Drew stole on to the scene of the crime 75 years ago last April, complete with her shiny blue roadster and her finely tuned sense of good and evil, the teen detective was the very model of the independent-minded young lady on a mission. She was invented in the waning days of the Roaring Twenties by a children's...</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>The New York Times Seventy-five years ago this week, the teenage supersleuth Nancy Drew zoomed into the world -- and the hearts and minds of little girls -- in her blue roadster, wearing a perfect frock and brandishing a formidable intelligence tempered by the gentility of her upper-class milieu. Ever since, and even under circumstances that might have knocked down a lesser detective -- war, the Depression, terrorism -- she has prospered. Just last spring, her current publisher, Simon &amp; Schuster, relaunched the series (which has never gone out of print), and the 10 up-to-the-minute titles released so far have sold briskly.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Nancy Drew Articles - A Bit of the Old, a Bit of the New, She's Still Our Nancy Drew</image:title>
      <image:caption>The Los Angeles Times "My name is Nancy Drew. My friends tell me I'm always looking for trouble, but that's not really true. It just seems to have a way of finding me."Meet America's favorite girl sleuth, circa 2004. She's back in town, in Simon &amp; Schuster's newly launched "Nancy Drew Girl Detective" series, and this time she's talking directly to us, in the first person. Of course, Nancy has spoken to American women and girls from the moment she solved her first crime, in 1930's "The Secret of the Old Clock."</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Nancy Drew Articles - 'Confessions of a Teen Sleuth': Secret of the Old Crock</image:title>
      <image:caption>The New York Times She wears flimsy lingerie! She's secretly in love with one of the Hardy boys! She's (gasp) middle-aged! Reader, this is not your mother's -- or even your -- Nancy Drew.Then again, maybe she is. Chelsea Cain's gleeful parody "Confessions of a Teen Sleuth" affectionately hits all the formulaic high points of a Nancy Drew mystery, sending up and yet saluting America's favorite girl detective.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Non-Fiction - The Entertainer: Movies, Magic, and My Father's 20th Century / Margaret Talbot</image:title>
      <image:caption>Slate Book Review I had an odd experience while reading The Entertainer, Margaret Talbot’s wry, wonderful new book about her irrepressible actor father, Lyle, and American entertainment over the course of the 20th century. Every time I opened it, an accompanying soundtrack began to play in my head.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Non-Fiction - The Entertainer: Movies, Magic, and My Father's 20th Century / Margaret Talbot</image:title>
      <image:caption>Slate Book Review I had an odd experience while reading The Entertainer, Margaret Talbot’s wry, wonderful new book about her irrepressible actor father, Lyle, and American entertainment over the course of the 20th century. Every time I opened it, an accompanying soundtrack began to play in my head.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Non-Fiction - A Difficult Woman: The Challenging Life and Times of Lillian Hellman / Alice Kessler-Harris</image:title>
      <image:caption>Barnes and Noble Review “Lillian’s Hellman’s body may have been in her grave,” writes biographer Alice Kessler-Harris of her subject’s funeral in 1984, long after Hellman’s rise to fame — and then infamy — as, among other things, a playwright, a would-be patriot who refused to name names during the fever of McCarthyism, a defender of the USSR, a bestselling memoirist, a mink coat model, and Dashiell Hammett’s longtime lover. “But quickly it became apparent that she would find no rest there.”</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Non-Fiction - Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail / Cheryl Strayed</image:title>
      <image:caption>Slate Book Review When did you know you weren’t going to like Eat, Pray, Love? For me, it was the moment when Elizabeth Gilbert—weeping on the bathroom floor of the perfect house she shared with the lovely man she no longer wanted to be married to for reasons she couldn’t really explain—looked in desperation to God, asking for help. What he told her, gently, in his beneficent Godlike way, was to go back to bed. And just like that, she knew everything would work out.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Non-Fiction - A Jane Austen Education / William Deresiewicz</image:title>
      <image:caption>Barnes and Noble Review It's spring, and as such, love is in the air—perhaps nowhere more so than in A Jane Austen Education, William Deresiewicz’s encomium to the humor, wisdom, and perennial appeal of his main literary squeeze. Also the author of an academic tome called Jane Austen and the Romantic Poets, he’s now taken a less formal look at Austen as a kind of guru on the subject of—to borrow the title of another recent book in the same vein—how to live, and he casts his story first and foremost as anaffair for the ages. To wit, his opening gambit: “I was twenty-six, and about as dumb, in all human things, as any twenty-six year old has a right to be, when I met the woman who would change my life.”</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Non-Fiction - Looking For Anne of Green Gables: The Story of L.M. Montgomery and Her Literary Classic / Irene Gammel</image:title>
      <image:caption>Bookforum When asked why she had decided to give red hair to her famous heroine, Anne Shirley (better known as Anne of Green Gables to legions of little girls the world over), author Maud Montgomery replied, “I didn’t. It was red.”</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Non-Fiction - John Donne: The Reformed Soul / John Stubbs</image:title>
      <image:caption>Bookforum Most startling in the wealth of John Stubbs's new life of John Donne is that the subject of the biographer's attentions spent a very long time trying to escape his poetic fate. Even late in his life, according to Stubbs, Donne was fending off his literary inclinations like so many pesky acquaintances. He complained about having "this itch of writing" and told a friend that he wanted to follow "a graver course than of a Poet, into which (that I may also keep my dignity) I would not seem to relapse."</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Non-Fiction - Lives Like Loaded Guns: Emily Dickinson and Her Family's Feuds / Lyndall Gordon</image:title>
      <image:caption>In the 120 years that have elapsed since the first publication of Emily Dickinson's poems, no description of their effect has yet bested the exclamation of an early reader who found them to be "a shaft of light sunk instantaneously into the dark abysm." Sly and diamond-brilliant in their capacity for revealing the human condition in the fewest words, the nearly 2,000 poems Dickinson wrote in her upstairs bedroom in Amherst, Mass., remain shocking in their incisiveness even now. Her life, in marked contrast, has always been shrouded in silence, misinformation and speculation. As one mourner recorded in her journal upon Dickinson's death in 1886, "Rare Emily Dickinson died -- went back into a little deeper mystery than that she has always lived in."</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Non-Fiction - GEORGE SAND: A WOMAN'S LIFE WRIT LARGE / Belinda Jack</image:title>
      <image:caption>hat a brave man she was," Ivan Turgenev once said about George Sand, "and what a good woman." It's a perfect characterization of a person who, while she was certainly both brave and good, also spent her life preoccupied with the ways in which men and women -- and society's notions about what each should be -- both complement and harm each other. Famed for cross-dressing, the scandalous novels that made her name and innumerable love affairs, most notably with Frederic Chopin, Sand wrote what she lived and lived what she wrote.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Non-Fiction - CLEAR SPRINGS: A MEMOIR / Bobbie Ann Mason</image:title>
      <image:caption>Bobbie Ann Mason left Kentucky for New York City, but the writer in her stayed home on the farm.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Who Made That? - Who Made That Maraschino Cherry?</image:title>
      <image:caption>The New York Times Magazine The modern maraschino cherry is “a real cherry with the cherry flavor removed,” explains Darcy O’Neil, a chemist and the author of “Fix the Pumps,” a history of the soda fountain. The original version, by contrast, was a marasca cherry — a sour, dark variety cultivated on the coast of Dalmatia (now part of Croatia) beginning in the mid-19th century. It was brined in ocean water, then preserved in a liqueur made from its own juices, as well as leaves and ground-up pits.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Who Made That? - Who Made That Maraschino Cherry?</image:title>
      <image:caption>The New York Times Magazine The modern maraschino cherry is “a real cherry with the cherry flavor removed,” explains Darcy O’Neil, a chemist and the author of “Fix the Pumps,” a history of the soda fountain. The original version, by contrast, was a marasca cherry — a sour, dark variety cultivated on the coast of Dalmatia (now part of Croatia) beginning in the mid-19th century. It was brined in ocean water, then preserved in a liqueur made from its own juices, as well as leaves and ground-up pits.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Who Made That? - Who Made That Cocktail Shaker?</image:title>
      <image:caption>The New York Times Magazine In 1848, George Foster, a reporter for The New York Tribune who spent his nights searching for good stories in the city’s seedier quarters, marveled at the way a bartender made a drink: “With his shirt sleeves rolled up, and his face in a fiery glow [he] seems to be pulling long ribbons of julep out of a tin cup.”</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Who Made That? - Who Made Those Bluejeans?</image:title>
      <image:caption>The New York Times Magazine In the beginning, there were Levi’s. In 1853, during the heart of the gold rush, a Bavarian émigré named Levi Strauss arrived in San Francisco from New York, looking to expand his family’s East Coast dry-goods business. Among his wares were blankets, cloth by the yard and durable work pants, sometimes called “jeans pants.”</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>The New York Times Magazine “It seems hard to believe it now, but people did not know how to open the bag,” Steven Ausnit, developer of the original Ziploc, recently told an audience at Marquette University. He recalled that sometime around the early 1960s, his company persuaded Columbia Records to try a plastic sleeve with the zipper on top for albums. “At the final meeting, we were all set to go. The guy called in his assistant, handed her the sealed bag and said, ‘Open it.’</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>The New York Times Magazine Physicians have long made use of the medicinal powers of cooling. Hippocrates wrote that cold water is to be applied “when there is a hemorrhage, or when it is expected.” During the French Army’s ghastly retreat from Moscow in 1812, Napoleon’s surgeon in chief, Dominique Jean Larrey, used ice and snow to numb soldiers before field amputations.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>The New York Times Magazine Long before Apple and Amazon were founded in humble garages, another quintessentially if decidedly lower-tech American success story began the same way — only the garage was used as a human launching pad. In the summer of 1960, Robert D. Carrier, who worked as an upholsterer at a boat-seating manufacturer, arrived home to find his 10-year-old son, Mike, and a friend on the family’s driveway in Lakewood, Calif.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Landscape Architecture Magazine - The Bounty of the Boroughs</image:title>
      <image:caption>he Leave It Better Kids’ Community Garden, in the Morris Heights section of the Bronx, occupies a corner lot just a few blocks from an elevated part of the subway line that runs along Jerome Avenue. A pawn shop and a run-down deli are on either side, and the Gospel Tabernacle Church is around the corner.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>he Leave It Better Kids’ Community Garden, in the Morris Heights section of the Bronx, occupies a corner lot just a few blocks from an elevated part of the subway line that runs along Jerome Avenue. A pawn shop and a run-down deli are on either side, and the Gospel Tabernacle Church is around the corner.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Skating in Central Park with my father, while endearingly tinny versions of “Downtown” and “New York, New York” played over the 1970s loudspeakers, was one of the great pleasures of my urban childhood. In sun and in snow, in heavy coats we eventually shed once we really got moving, we spent hours going around and around the Wollman Rink, looking up at and out into the majesty of the landscape around us, anticipating the hot chocolate to come.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>It’s very hard, in this world of stimuli, to make something in nature that’s strong enough to pull you into it.” This is what Jon Piasecki, ASLA, says to me as I come, thanks to him, as close as I ever will to walking on water. We’re standing near the middle of his ethereal Stone River, a winding 900-foot path of mica schist slabs that runs through the center of what was once a wide stone wall on the wooded grounds of a private estate in Dutchess County in eastern New York.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Landscape Architecture Magazine - What Kate Orff Sees</image:title>
      <image:caption>Kate Orff is a self-proclaimed bird freak. She is also, at the age of 40, the founder of Scape, a small landscape architecture firm in manhattan, an assistant professor of urban design and architecture at Columbia University, a wife and the mother of two young children, and a rabid consumer of hot sauce. but it’s the bird thing that keeps coming up.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Girl Sleuth Press - The Atlantic</image:title>
      <image:caption>Yes, I was one of the slightly vintage women who let out a shriek when we saw it at Costco: The Nancy Drew Mystery Stories, a complete boxed set, fifty-six familiar yellow spines, shrink-wrapped. I can't remember now if it was $100 or $200 or $500, but I immediately paid it, with shaking hands. Surely my six-year-old niece or my preschool-aged daughters would eventually enjoy—indeed, would require—this treasure trove</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Girl Sleuth Press - The Atlantic</image:title>
      <image:caption>Yes, I was one of the slightly vintage women who let out a shriek when we saw it at Costco: The Nancy Drew Mystery Stories, a complete boxed set, fifty-six familiar yellow spines, shrink-wrapped. I can't remember now if it was $100 or $200 or $500, but I immediately paid it, with shaking hands. Surely my six-year-old niece or my preschool-aged daughters would eventually enjoy—indeed, would require—this treasure trove</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Girl Sleuth Press - The New York Times</image:title>
      <image:caption>Melanie Rehak's amiable and thorough new book begins and ends with appeals to the reader. Her first sentence is direct: "Grab your magnifying glass, because this is a mystery story." Her last line is more of an entreaty. "There are fighting days still ahead of us," she writes, "and we're going to need her." The "her" is Nancy Drew, the fictional teenage detective whose authorship and enduring popularity are the subjects of "Girl Sleuth." The "us" in the sentence is women.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Girl Sleuth Press - The Nation</image:title>
      <image:caption>﻿ Since 1930 Nancy Drew has installed herself in the wayward hearts of young girls, heedless of the Depression, four wars (not counting the present one), civil rights, feminism, Gerald Ford and drugs, sex and rock and roll.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Girl Sleuth Press - Christian Science Monitor</image:title>
      <image:caption>'Is it possible that there breathes somewhere a female between the ages of nine and 49 who doesn't know Nancy Drew?" asked one of the girl detective's adult fans.Probably not. The titian-haired sleuth has left her mark on American womanhood for generations now. Bette Davis, Barbara Walters, Mary Tyler Moore, Joan Mondale, Fran Lebowitz, Beverly Sills, and Ruth Bader Ginsburg are just a few of her avowed fans.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Girl Sleuth Interviews - Harcourt Press</image:title>
      <image:caption>Girl Sleuth’s 384 pages are filled with more than 500 quotes, and biographical and historical information on Edward Stratemeyer, Harriet Stratemeyer Adams, Mildred Wirt Benson, the women’s suffrage movement, the publishing industry, and much more. From beginning to end, how long did it take you to write this book? And where did you begin?</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Girl Sleuth’s 384 pages are filled with more than 500 quotes, and biographical and historical information on Edward Stratemeyer, Harriet Stratemeyer Adams, Mildred Wirt Benson, the women’s suffrage movement, the publishing industry, and much more. From beginning to end, how long did it take you to write this book? And where did you begin?</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>She came along in 1930 when girls needed a new kind of heroine, a perfectly groomed teenage sleuth at the wheel of a blue roadster -- unflappable and brave in the face of a modern world full of dangers and mysteries.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>A look at Nancy Drew and the whole idea of female investigators with Cullman Center Fellow Melanie Rehak, author of Girl Sleuth: Nancy Drew and the Women Who Created Her, and Laura Lippman, prize-winning author of the Tess Monaghan mystery series and To The Power of Three. David Ferriero, the Andrew W. Mellon Director and Chief Executive of the Research Libraries, NYPL, will moderate. Co-presented with The Dorothy &amp; Lewis B. Cullman Center for Scholars &amp; Writers.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Of course, Nancy Drew first snooped her way to the scene of the crime in print, "The Secret of the Old Clock" launched the mystery series in 1930. And if you read the books, you'll remember Nancy's loving widowed father, her girl chums George and Bess, and the long-suffering boyfriend, Ned Nickerson. The books are still written today, albeit with some changes - Nancy drives a hybrid and uses email.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Nancy Drew turned 75 this year and Melanie Rehak has written a biography of sorts of the fictional detective and how she came to be called Girl Sleuth: Nancy Drew and the Women Who Created Her.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>It was April of 1930 and America was about to fall in love. Nancy Drew inspired passionate devotion in the hearts of American’s little girls. The amazing thing is 75 years later she is still going strong.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Writer Melanie Rehak is the mother of then 1-year-old Jules, a picky eater. She also has a head full of facts about organic food, hormone-free milk, free-range chicken, and food miles. What should she be feeding — or at least attempting to feed — her child? “If I chose chicken that was hormone-free but not free-range, was there any point?’’ she asks. “Was it really so bad to eat a hot dog once in a while?’’</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Writer Melanie Rehak is the mother of then 1-year-old Jules, a picky eater. She also has a head full of facts about organic food, hormone-free milk, free-range chicken, and food miles. What should she be feeding — or at least attempting to feed — her child? “If I chose chicken that was hormone-free but not free-range, was there any point?’’ she asks. “Was it really so bad to eat a hot dog once in a while?’’</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>If you feel a sensual rush in an open-air farmers market ("Ah, pyramids of mellow fruit") and a smidgen of moral uplift ("I'm buying local"), you will enjoy "Eating for Beginners," a fine blend of the investigative and the intimate.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Foodies have it pretty good these days. Farmers markets abound. Reality TV shows serve up every conceivable kitchen-related scenario. A bounty of new culinary books comes out each year, from gloriously illustrated cookbooks to engaging reads on where food really comes from, how it's processed and why you shouldn't be eating so much of it. Here are three that caught our eye.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Rehak, who writes Bookforum’s “Paper Palate” food books column and the blog Eating for Beginners, felt confused and guilty about her food choices after reading books by Michael Pollan, Eric Schlosser, and others. So she joined the kitchen staff at a small restaurant that served almost exclusively locally grown food, and worked on some of the farms that supplied the restaurant. She shares what she learned and how she used it to combat her young son’s fussy eating habits.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Rehak recounts her journey as an amateur chef, amateur farmer, and amateur parent.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>A four-part interview series entitled "Food and the City" Melanie Rehak poet, critic, and author of Eating for Beginner: An Education in the Pleasures of food from Chefs, Farmers, and One Picky Kid reports on food from the farm, the fishing boat, the delivery truck, a Brooklyn locavore restaurant, and her own kitchen. Each week in November she shares what she's learned.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>A four-part interview series entitled "Food and the City" Melanie Rehak poet, critic, and author of Eating for Beginner: An Education in the Pleasures of food from Chefs, Farmers, and One Picky Kid reports on food from the farm, the fishing boat, the delivery truck, a Brooklyn locavore restaurant, and her own kitchen. Each week in November she shares what she's learned.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>I'm Maureen Cavanaugh, and you're listening to These Days on KPBS. Every month on this program we have a show about the delights of food. We often focus on the new ideas about food, how to buy and prepare locally grown foods, how to support local organic growers, how to fit the slow food philosophy into a fast paced life. If all the new information about food leaves you a little confused at the supermarket, you are not alone.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Poet and Journalist Melanie Rehak, Steve Jenkins (The Food Life), Fairway's part-owner and cheese monger extraordinaire, and David Shea, the founder of applewood restaurant  in Brooklyn, discuss, among other things, Rehak's Eating for Beginner: An Education in the Pleasures of food from Chefs, Farmers, and One Picky Kid. Their conversation will be moderated by the journalist and author Patrick Radden Keefe (Chatter, The Snakehead).</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Poetry - The Collected Poems of Kenneth Koch</image:title>
      <image:caption>The Nation “May I tell you how much I love your poems?” Frank O’Hara crowed in the first stanza of a tribute to his friend Kenneth Koch in 1953. “It’s as if a great pipeline had been illicitly tapped/along which all personal characteristics/are making a hasty departure. Tuba? Gin?/…O Kenneth Koch!”</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>The Nation “May I tell you how much I love your poems?” Frank O’Hara crowed in the first stanza of a tribute to his friend Kenneth Koch in 1953. “It’s as if a great pipeline had been illicitly tapped/along which all personal characteristics/are making a hasty departure. Tuba? Gin?/…O Kenneth Koch!”</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Poetry - The Collected Poems of Philip Larkin</image:title>
      <image:caption>The Nation In the fall of 1958, the second book by a young British poet named Philip Larkin made it across the ocean and into the consciousness of American poetry. The Less Deceived, wrote a reviewer for the New York Times, made him feel “as if my glasses had been miraculously wiped clean.”</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Barnes and Noble Review No one does fragments — glimpses of ontological questions, of minutiae, of pop culture, ancient civilization, of passion, sorrow, life and death — quite like Anne Carson. The most obvious examples are her translations of the poet Sappho’s fragments in the luminous If Not, Winter (2002), but these are really only the continuation of a long fascination with all that remains unknown. As far back as her earliest poetry and essay collections, Eros the Bittersweet (1986), Glass, Irony and God (1992), and Plainwater (1995), Carson has always, alongside more traditional prose and verse, trafficked in what remains necessarily partial and unfinished in life.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Poetry - The River Sound / W.S Merwin</image:title>
      <image:caption>The New York Times Book Review Poets, by nature, are incapable of living the unexamined life. No detail is too small, no sound in the night too muffled, to register. From this gradual accumulation of minutiae, this keen awareness, poems emerge. That such gathering should be evident in W. S. Merwin's latest contribution to his enormous body of work is no surprise -- he's had a great deal of practice, not to mention success, over the past five decades.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Poetry - The Library of America Collected Poems and Letters of Hart Crane</image:title>
      <image:caption>The Nation “At times dear Gorham, I feel an enormous power in me–that seems almost supernatural,” Hart Crane wrote to his friend Gorham Munson in 1922. America was under the spell of Modernism, and Crane was on the cusp of his twenty-third birthday, but he had been sure since the age of 17 that he was destined for literary greatness.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Poetry - Going Fast / Frederick Seidel</image:title>
      <image:caption>The New York Times Book Review Way back in 1932, when the century was young and had yet to give way to our collective millennial anxiety, F. Scott Fitzgerald cast a backward glance and wrote that ''New York had all the iridescence of the beginning of the world.'' And though he, like many others, experienced the inevitable disillusionment, that has not prevented a steady flow of people since from wallowing in the gleaming possibility that is Manhattan, among them Frederick Seidel.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Poetry - Against Love Poetry / Eavan Boland</image:title>
      <image:caption>The New York Times Book Review By way of explaining one of her recent poems, ''That the Science of Cartography Is Limited,'' Eavan Boland wrote last year that she remained connected to this poem -- a philosophical measure of how little official documents tell us about humanity -- because it represented to her ''a small diagram of an argument most poets enter at some stage or another: who makes the destination, who marks the way, where is authority and who will contest it?''</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Poetry - Unarmed and Dangerous / Wyatt Prunty</image:title>
      <image:caption>The New York Times Book Review In his first book of poems, published in 1982, Wyatt Prunty asked, ''Is it the ritual or narrative / Of our lives we understand?'' Was that question addressed to himself, or was he perhaps looking for a little help? Whatever the case, Prunty has spent the last two decades trying to find an answer by examining the ways in which human experience is made up of small traditions bound together into a larger story -- the subset of ritual within narrative, one might say.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Poetry - Once I Gazed at You in Wonder / Jan Heller Levi and Dailies and Rushes / Susan Kinsolving</image:title>
      <image:caption>Some years ago, a friend of mine received a letter informing her that she was being included in an anthology of America's best young writers. Shortly thereafter, she received a second letter telling her that, based on her age (which had initially been miscalculated -- she was in her early 40s), she was no longer one of America's best young writers. The committee was sure she was still a good writer, just not a young one.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Poetry - Your Name Here / John Ashbery</image:title>
      <image:caption>To read a poem by John Ashbery is to encounter a mysterious, occasionally frustrating collection of events and emotions that, while they don't necessarily make any kind of linear sense, can be extraordinarily compelling. Even if a line seems illogical -- and there are many such lines in Ashbery's work -- it's integral to the poem in the same way that the random thoughts each of us has on a given day make up the fabric of our existence: Did I remember to lock the door? That woman on the subway looked like my best friend from second grade. I wonder what she's doing. What's it really like to be a policeman?</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Poetry - Enola Gay / Mark Levine</image:title>
      <image:caption>There is a gravity to Mark Levine's second book, "Enola Gay," the first of three volumes in a promising new poetry series from the University of California Press. The poems in it bear a sense of having struggled up from beneath great pressure to reach the page. It's not that the writing seems labored; rather, the words feel as if they've come to be bound together gradually. In one poem, Levine refers to "a fleet of morbid dreams seeking inland passage," which is a perfect description of the images and difficulties that fill the book. They are at once lugubrious and desolate, and they travel in numbers.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Poetry - First Loves: Poets Introduce the Essential Poems That Captivated and Inspired Them</image:title>
      <image:caption>Ah, love. Who among us hasn't hung onto a few of the spoils of romance gone by -- letters tied with fraying, faded ribbon, sappy records, baubles abandoned to the darkest reaches of the jewelry box? And who among us doesn't pull these items out once in a while, perhaps on a rainy Sunday afternoon, to ponder the people we were when we received them and the inevitable disillusionment that led, later, to new loves that suited us better, or perhaps worse? I, too, am a hoarder of such mementos, and my collection includes a small, tattered paperback that I got in fifth grade, when I really fell in love for the first time -- with poetry.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>In his new collection, “Trappings,” Richard Howard makes an old question shine again.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Poetry - The Daily Mirror / David Lehman</image:title>
      <image:caption>David Lehman made himself write a poem every day, and “The Daily Mirror” is the jazzy, joyful result.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>On Poetry - Pastoral / Carl Phillps</image:title>
      <image:caption>“In a field," Mark Strand famously claimed, "I am the absence of field." Put Carl Phillips in a field, on the other hand, and absence is the last thing on his mind. In "Pastoral," fields and the animals that run through them represent Phillips' fertile vision of the intersection of desire, loss and morality.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>The New York Times Magazine In the winter of 1991, the novelist Jonathan Franzen was poking around the library at Yaddo, the writers' colony in upstate New York, looking for something new to read. He pulled a slim volume titled ''Desperate Characters'' from the shelf and sat down to look it over. The author's name was Paula Fox.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>The New York Times Magazine In the winter of 1991, the novelist Jonathan Franzen was poking around the library at Yaddo, the writers' colony in upstate New York, looking for something new to read. He pulled a slim volume titled ''Desperate Characters'' from the shelf and sat down to look it over. The author's name was Paula Fox.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Profiles and Interviews - Things Fall Together: A Profile on Anne Carson</image:title>
      <image:caption>The New York Times Magazine Anne Carson is a poet who likes to get under people's skin. Her new collection, ''Men in the Off Hours,'' features verse in which she variously inhabits the minds (and bodies) of Tolstoy, Lazarus, Freud, Catullus, Sappho and Emily Dickinson. Perhaps her boldest act of channeling, though, comes in a prose poem, ''Irony Is Not Enough: Essay on My Life as Catherine Deneuve,'' which casts the French movie siren in the role of a witty classics professor.</image:caption>
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