Read a seasonal poem? It’s January in New York, the first in memory in which we’ve had no real snow to speak of - only a lot of what Frederick Seidel calls “a winter sky as total as repression.”ĭo your bedmate a favor when you’re reading at night? I recently picked up an old-school clip-on reading light (good if you want to keep phones out of the bedroom) and found myself going down a bit of a rabbit hole. Available from: Wherever fine books are sold. Andrews, Hans Christian Andersen fairy tales, “Music for Lovers Only,” 1954. This is a beautifully-told story of agency, of weirdness and, yes, of very deep loneliness. A wonderfully talented woman trapped in a perpetual girlhood, Dare styled her doll to look like herself and named her after her controlling mother. “The Lonely Doll,” however, has nothing on Jean Nathan’s almost preternaturally distressing biography of Wright. I have a lot of fond memories of doll-centric children’s books like Tasha Tudor’s “The Dolls’ Christmas” and Rumer Godden’s somewhat sinister dollhouse oeuvre, and lately my son has been loving “What Is Given From the Heart.” But you know what’s creepy? Dare Wright’s 1957 classic “The Lonely Doll.” Even I won’t pretend it’s not rife with sadomasochism and projection dolls are complex, too.
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