Casa Jonsson

Nils & Araceli’s home on the web, est. 2003

A jingle fit for a King

We have a good friend—I won’t “out” her here—who’s writing a romance novel just because she can. Having the published work on their coffee table will certainly be a conversation starter. (She’s already had some explaining to do when friends and family saw examples of the genre lying around their house half-read.) I have to […]

Masculine poetry

Men and poetry don’t mix. Never mind that this is historically untrue, as Douglas Jones pointed out several years ago in his “Poetics” column in Credenda/Agenda.
In previous millennia, poetry was overwhelmingly a male passion. Your manhood would have been questioned if you did not share in the longing for a metrical weave of words. But […]

Teaching children a lucrative trade

I may have contributed to the delinquency of a minor. Not just any minor, but two of my own sons. I recently read the folktale “Stone Soup” to the older kids. Let’s be frank: this story is an effective way to teach youngsters the Spanish prisoner confidence trick. Now, it’s no secret that I happen […]

“A writer writes—always”†

What she said in her interview last year was apparently true: Jhumpa Lahiri has been writing short stories again. “Hell-Heaven” was printed in The New Yorker in May. I recommend it.
† From a bad movie that I’m ashamed to admit I paid to see more than once. There wasn’t much for a teenager to do at […]

My real job, or, The sparkle in my eye, or, “Teresa, do you know how to get ketchup stains out of your laundry?” or, Why I love Laura Bush

I was incensed, it’s true. The quote that got me blogging today is from Her Majesty Teresa Heinz Kerry.
USA Today: You’d be different from Laura Bush?
Teresa Heinz Kerry: Well, you know, I don’t know Laura Bush. But she seems to be calm, and she has a sparkle in her eye, which is good. But I […]

Pinch me

I just got a chance to take a look at this month’s issue of our favorite magazine that arrived in the mail today. I did a victory dance around the room when I saw my name in the pages of The Atlantic Monthly. Twice!

This is the closest to a classy byline as I get, best-selling […]

Secret admirer

I’ve been keeping an Amazon.com package unopened for about a week because I thought it was a Fathers’ Day gift from Araceli. Today I opened it. It was an item from my wish list, but it was not from my wife. Some nice person in San Francisco, whose name does not ring a bell, decided […]

Choosing to lose

My brother-in-law, Tom, recently sent me a New Yorker review of a book entitled The Paradox of Choice. (Ironically, I didn’t run across this review on my own because, as Greg said during a conversation we had over dinner this week, I prefer The Atlantic to The New Yorker because it comes out less frequently—there’s […]

Crazy like a renard

Oh yes. Christopher Buckley’s fictional man-about-town, Rick Renard, is back. Unfortunately, we can’t read about his latest misadventures among the rich and infamous until the April issue of The Atlantic comes out. 

Medical school for dummies

I was standing at a downtown traffic light this morning when I noticed that the person standing next to me had a book under her arm. The title: Clinical Pharmacology Made Ridiculously Simple.
It’s comforting to know that publishers are doing their part to make sure that a medical degree is not out of reach for […]

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