Day was breaking. The dawn Swept the last stars, bits of ashes, from the sky. Of the vast rabble, Mary allowed Only the Magi to enter the cleft in the rock. He slept, all luminous, in the oak manager, Like a moonbeam in the hollow of a tree.
from Boris Pasternak’s “The Christmas Star”
Reading in 2023: Joel Miller plans to read 12 classic novels next year and review one each month. His choice for July is one Lars had talked about here: Sigrid Undset’s The Wreath: Kristin Lavransdatter (Book 1).
Arthur Machen: Dale Nelson reviews a collection of essays and stories by Welsh author Arthur Machen (1863-1947), called, “Mist and Mystery.”
Forgotten Books: Steve Donoghue had this quote nagging him recently: “Some books are undeservedly forgotten; none are undeservedly remembered.”
Books and Meals: “I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me.” Many attribute this to Ralph Waldo Emerson but the best source a version of this statement could also be attributed to another man also named Emerson.