Eau de Charlottesville

For most of the year my commute to work is uneventful. I see a bookstore, a hamburger joint, lots of people, a coffee shop, some restaurants, and then my office. Then summer comes. There’s a wet, dusty blast from Daedalus Bookshop as its owner sets up shop for the day. The choking trek past the […]

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My conversation with Julie Hamberg starts with a diction lesson. “Am I reaching you in Louisville, Kentucky, today?” I ask.

“Yes, but Loo-wa-ville,” she says. “Loo-wa-ville. You have to swallow it a little bit more.”