Notes on L.A.’s Book Fair
The lawns and quadrangles of UCLA this weekend looked like a great renaissance bazaar, with banners flying and rows of white tents lining the walkways.
The lawns and quadrangles of UCLA this weekend looked like a great renaissance bazaar, with banners flying and rows of white tents lining the walkways.
In these scandalous times, is there anything left to say about sex?
A 1998 article about Chicago collector Stephen Durschslag\’s haggadah collection set the number of different haggadot on his shelves at 4,500, increasing almost daily.
For promoters and lovers of 91´«Ã½ books, now is the season of our deep content.
I have been reading two books lately, sort of shifting from one to the other — a bad habit, I know, but it has been with me too long to correct at this point.
The idea for Rochelle Majer Krich\’s new mystery, \”Blood Money,\” goes back to the day she discovered some startling photographs in her parents\’ china closet.
In \”Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith\” (Pantheon Books, $23.00), a gentle and touching memoir, Anne Lamott tells a variation of an old story:
A 1998 article about Chicago collector Stephen Durschslag\’s haggadah collection set the number of different haggadot on his shelves at 4,500, increasing almost daily.
To read this straightforward and endearing memoir is to understand why its author would add his maternal grandparents to an honor roll of the rich and famous.




