The wellsprings of mourning in the modern age

Here’s a collection of essays gathered around the new September 11 memorial in NYC:

In other reading, I’m in Book XVI of the Iliad and I’ve started The House of the Seven Gables (which it’s a museum now, of course).  I can tell already that I need to read more Hawthorne.  How did I get through high school without reading him?  Maybe I just faked it with Cliff’s Notes, I don’t remember.

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