Author Archives: Carol-Ann Farkas

The other day, as I was adjusting the settings for my spin bike at the gym, the instructor started up the music. Without thinking, I came in on the downbeat and sang along, noting rhythm, harmony, changes of pace and … Continue reading →

When my sabbatical leave started, and I was giddily enlisting myself in travel, tai-chi, French class, salsa—you name it, I was signing up for it like Marsha Brady—I’d find myself talking to civilians (non-academics) who would, at first, express interested … Continue reading →

On a recent visit with my parents, as I was sitting in the guest bed with coffee and my laptop, working on a blog post, I glanced over at the dresser at a familiar photo (my parents’ house is full … Continue reading →

(Thoughts Recollected in Tranquility Amidst the Chaos of a Trans-Continental Airplane Journey at Christmas) In an early episode of Happy Days—seen, apparently, by no-one ever but me—it’s Christmas. The Cunninghams excitedly immerse themselves in celebrating the romantic myth of post-war … Continue reading →

It is only a novel… or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of … Continue reading →

I’ve been talking about writing my memoir—followed by the script for the lifetime movie, complete with musical numbers—for a few years, ever since I felt like I was generating good narrative material (that is, ever since my personal life went … Continue reading →

“Stopping” might not seem like the most obvious theme for a first post, but starting this blog is, in a sense, very much about bringing other things to a stop. I was dealing with a case of hysterical paralysis of … Continue reading →