“Marigold was absorbed in her book; she had gotten as far as the V.” Much like Mr Ramsay in To the Lighthouse Marigold has made far into her book. Unlike Mr Ramsay, Marigold can’t actually read. This is a small book, a short story really, by Louise Glück, who won the Nobel Prize a few years ago, but certainly not for her fiction. I like this little book, but that’s what it is, a little book. Louise Glück’s poems tend to intimate and intense affairs, and I […]
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Marigold and Rose: A Fiction by Louise Glück












