Last night,
Mavis Gallant, "The Ice Wagon Going Down the Street"
Flannery O'Connor, "Everything That Rises Must Converge"
Bessie Head, "Looking for a Rain God"
Elizabeth Taylor, "Mr. Wharton"
Jean Stafford, "A Summer Day"
Nadine Gordimer, "Six Feet of the Country"
Grace Paley, "The Loudest Voice"
This morning,
Alice Walker, "Everyday Use"
Muriel Spark, "The First Year of My Life"
Toni Cade Bambara, "The Lesson"
Anita Desai, "Private Tuition by Mr. Bose"
Jane Gardam, "The Weeping Child"
Janet Frame, "Swans"
Angela Carter, "Peter and the Wolf"
Alice Munro, "Miles City, Montana"
Ellen Gilchrist, "Revenge"
Ahdaf Soueif, "The Wedding of Zeina"
Jayne Anne Phillips, "Mamasita"
Bobbie Ann Mason, "Shiloh"
Fay Weldon, "Weekend"
Suniti Namjoshi, "Three Feminist Fables"
We went gallumphing through City Park again today. The Sky Terrace at the museum was "closed due to inclement weather," which we found hideously unfair. It was, in fact, in the high 50s and sunny and I should have worn shorts instead of jeans with my gaiters. So instead we gallumphed to ground level on the west side, four storeys down. I really hope that this dump means the mountains keep their white peaks well into summer. Last year I think by May you could see no white from the city. Mt. Evans has lost much of its contour under its mantle and I hope it doesn't find them again until July.