A Day of Delights
When I first read Ross Gay’s book of lyric essays, “The Book of Delights,” I was in a coffee shop. It was a Saturday morning (delight), in a sunny corner (delight), at a shared table with strangers who seemed friendly,…
When I first read Ross Gay’s book of lyric essays, “The Book of Delights,” I was in a coffee shop. It was a Saturday morning (delight), in a sunny corner (delight), at a shared table with strangers who seemed friendly,…