Author: Anne Whitehouse
FROM THE LIFE OF IRIS ORIGO
(a cento, mostly) “The days go by waiting for better times.” I Day after day we sat in the library of our isolated country house, listening to the voices on the radio with an increasing sense of doom — Hitler and Dolfuss, Eden and Chamberlain, schoolchildren and soldiers singing Fascist Read more
Mother and Daughter
Growing up in the South, she never felt she fit in, being way too serious and none too popular. She came north to be educated, and, leaning to the law, clerked for a federal judge and joined the Justice Department. Reared among D.C. sophisticates, her daughter returned to the South. Read more
LOSGELASSENHEIT*
Think of anatomy as a refuge, palpable, certain. Finding a precise alignment to convey a path to the heart. Consider the curve of the slender gracilis muscle, like an unfurled ribbon crossing the inner hip and knee. An artifact of evolution, gracilis runs in a straight line in bent-knee quadrupeds. Read more