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… show of a ghastly synchronicity, off the earth. And then I comprehend the urges, or anyway some of the urges, … down the gullets in Rabelais? How many quaffs of sack for Falstaff? In one Irish poet’s twelfth-century lyrical whimsy, … tumor . . . let them try, just let them try, to pry these bodies, these repletions, from their hold on life, or lessen …

… Heimweh: In Exile Heimweh Dass diese Heimat mir verlorenging Ist wie ein Traum. Und nachts … Heimatluft umfangt mich wunderbar. Und wahrer ist der Traum als Wirklichkeit Die tags mich tauscht. Sie scheint mir nur … in the way I know— And each night brings the crowded company With whom I can no longer gather now. And thus the …

… of Los Angeles It is useful to start at the end, which is also the beginning: at the far side of an imaginary bridge, … at the 101 freeway’s eight lanes. Mountain lions have died here before, crossing from one sliver of wilderness to … to take down livestock or approach humans. Mountain lions communicate through code: scrapes or scratches on tree bark, …

… this book is destined to become one of the standard studies of 18th-century France. Poisoning the Minds of the … terms. Although slightly exaggerated, the claim nonetheless points us toward a fresh— postmodern—view of the literature … and admiration. Tomcat In Love , by Tim O’Brien. Broadway $26 Tim O’Brien’s new book is a tunny, occasionally moving …

… Folly and the Ironist They Stooped to Polly: A Comedy of Morals. By Ellen Glasgow. Garden City, New York: Doubleday, … There is the clash between the conduct of the two ladies who stooped and felt that stooping was a fall, and the …