Books columnist Anna Solomon PZ ’23 writes about the all-too-relatable feeling of reaching for the remote instead of a book. Read more here.
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Assorted novelties: How to discuss books, according to Rebecca Mead
Book columnist Anna Solomon PZ ’23 ruminates on Rebecca Mead’s “My Life in Middlemarch” and how we should talk about books.
Assorted novelties: My year of Zadie Smith thinking
After a year reading Zadie Smith, book columnist Anna Solomon PZ ’23 concludes that Smith’s writing, in forcing readers to take up another’s perspective, is mandatory quarantine reading.
Stuck in limbo: Low income Pomona students frustrated by uncertainty over textbook aid
The programs Pomona College has implemented to help students afford textbooks have left many students unclear if and how they can receive financial support for academic materials.
Author Philip Graham speaks at Pomona English department lunch
Philip Graham, a prolific essayist, poet, novelist and editor, spoke to students at Pomona College about his writing process.
In my book: The lovely fantasyland of bookstagram
Is it really so awful for a group of mostly female book-lovers to appreciate not just content, but also form?
In My Book: Knowing when to move on
There is a sad truth that all readers must, at some point, acknowledge: It’s impossible to read everything.
In My Book: The burnout blaze spreads to reading
Book burnout occurs when we let optimization tools such as speed reading bleed into the activity of reading books purely for personal enjoyment.
My lover waits between the sheets: On literary loves
I don’t often read Reddit, but a recent question-turned-confession titled “I think I’ve fallen in love with a fictional character” caught my attention: “I know people get crushes on fictional characters all the time, but this has gone beyond a crush. I’m infatuated with him. … [H]e’s the first thing
How novelty brings insane to the sane
Warning: This column contains spoilers. “Gone Girl” by Gillian Flynn begins: “When I think of my wife, I always think of her head. The shape of it, to begin with. And what’s inside it. I think of that too: her mind. Her brain, all those coils, and her thoughts shuttling