Articles by Henriette Lazaridis

February 2, 2015

Honey, Would You Read My Book? 4

The transaction is fraught with expectation and fear, hope and anxiety. If it goes badly, the simple offer of pages to read can shake relationships, unsettle marriages, and open wide rifts between partners, lovers, friends.

September 12, 2013

The Homeland of Stories: On Lingual and Cultural Identity 0

Can an identity that expresses itself in two separate ways — through two languages and in two cultures — be said to be authentic? If your identity flickers between Greek and American, what exactly is your identity, and how do you designate it?

August 3, 2012

Here is My Heart: The Frailty and Hope of William Saroyan 2

When I saw Love, Here is My Hat, I needed to buy it again because Saroyan appeals to my heart and not my literary head. I bought it because Saroyan signals the pull of something or someplace absent; because the stories collected there are about people trying to make do, to make simple lives of love and happiness; and most of all because the book and that title I’ve never quite understood represent an offer. “Here is my hat.” Perhaps it’s a gesture of surrender, or of begging.

January 9, 2012

The Story Behind the Story: An Appreciation of Authors’ Acknowledgments 19

At their best, acknowledgements can be finely-wrought short stories with the author as protagonist. At least one acknowledgements has made me cry.

June 16, 2011

On Bloomsdays Past 0

We brought the world of Ulysses to, say, the Tivoli, or the Grand Canal, or the Art Museum and the Rocky statue.

February 3, 2011

Ismail Kadare and the Girl in the Bridge 2

When I was a child traveling to my family’s ancestral home in Northern Greece, we would always come to a point in the road where the left went north to Albania and the right went northeast into the Pindus mountains.

June 22, 2010

The Elusive Omniscient 10

What seems key about the novel is that what we think of as a historical evolution—or a descent from a unified to a fragmented perspective—isn’t an evolution at all. In fact, the novel has always been insecure. It’s just that the manifestation of its insecurity has changed over time.