Sara Ryan

I almost didn’t go to yoga. It’s a late class, it doesn’t start til 8:30 pm. I’d already had a long day, hadn’t slept well last night. But I managed to convince myself to leave the house because I wanted for damn sure to relax. Another class ends just before ours starts, so there’s always a [...]

Every so often, usually in the wake of a flurry of travel and post-travel open tabs, I’m overtaken by the type of energy-sapping crud that seems to respond to nothing except ludicrously long bouts of sleep, punctuated by brief interludes wherein I stagger down to the kitchen, slurp spicy soup, cough a lot, and stagger [...]

I absolutely loved The People Who Watched Her Pass By, by Scott Bradfield, whose other books I am going to read right quick, and I was trying to figure out exactly why. I kept folding back the corners of pages, marking sections that especially resonated, and “matter-of-fact surrealism” was the phrase that finally came into [...]

Probably I should have an e-reader, but I don’t yet. So I prepared for today’s flight the old-fashioned way, by visiting the ever-excellent and economical Title Wave. From left to right: Lavinia, Ursula K. LeGuin; The People Who Watched Her Pass By, Scott Bradfield; The Taqwacores, Michael Muhammad Knight; Blameless, Gail Carriger. For a total of $3. I may [...]

If William Gibson is speaking anywhere near you, I recommend you go. This is the second time I’ve seen him at Powell’s; here’s what I wrote about the other time. This time Mr. Gibson was juxtaposed with a taxidermically-themed art exhibit, which made it appear among other things that a bear was enthusiastic and amused [...]