About that umlaut
Readers of this blog know my general feelings about Louise Gluck. (Imagine the umlaut). They also know my general feelings about John Mayer. But they know too how I can make exceptions to these general feelings in the name of fairness and honesty.
So, I owe an admission. Reading the recent New Yorker Arts issue over the weekend, I find myself on a poem. As I do occasionally, I read it aloud to myself. Finishing, I think to myself how much I like it, before I read the writer's name. Read for yourself.
