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Essays After Eighty
The former US Poet Laureate contemplates life, death, and the view from his window in these âalternately lyrical and laugh-out-loud funnyâ essays (New York Times).
His entire life, Donald Hall dedicated himself to the written word, putting together a storied career as a poet, essayist, and memoirist. Here, in the âunknown, unanticipated galaxyâ of very old age, his essays startle, move, and delight.
In Essays After Eighty, Hall ruminates on his past: âthirty was terrifying, forty I never noticed because I was drunk, fifty was best with a total change of life, sixty extended the bliss of fifty . . .â He also addresses his present: âWhen I turned eighty and rubbed testosterone on my chest, my beard roared like a lion and gained four inches.â
Most memorably, Hall writes about his enduring love affair with his ancestral Eagle Pond Farm and with the writing life that sustains him every day: âYesterday my first nap was at 9:30 a.m., but when I awoke I wrote again.â
âAlluring, inspirational hominess . . . Essays After Eighty is a treasure . . . balancing frankness about losses with humor and gratitude.ââWashington Post
âA fine book of remembering all sorts of things past, Essays After Eighty is to be treasured.ââBoston Globe
His entire life, Donald Hall dedicated himself to the written word, putting together a storied career as a poet, essayist, and memoirist. Here, in the âunknown, unanticipated galaxyâ of very old age, his essays startle, move, and delight.
In Essays After Eighty, Hall ruminates on his past: âthirty was terrifying, forty I never noticed because I was drunk, fifty was best with a total change of life, sixty extended the bliss of fifty . . .â He also addresses his present: âWhen I turned eighty and rubbed testosterone on my chest, my beard roared like a lion and gained four inches.â
Most memorably, Hall writes about his enduring love affair with his ancestral Eagle Pond Farm and with the writing life that sustains him every day: âYesterday my first nap was at 9:30 a.m., but when I awoke I wrote again.â
âAlluring, inspirational hominess . . . Essays After Eighty is a treasure . . . balancing frankness about losses with humor and gratitude.ââWashington Post
âA fine book of remembering all sorts of things past, Essays After Eighty is to be treasured.ââBoston Globe
The former US Poet Laureate contemplates life, death, and the view from his window in these âalternately lyrical and laugh-out-loud funnyâ essays (New York Times).
His entire life, Donald Hall dedicated himself to the written word, putting together a storied career as a poet, essayist, and memoirist. Here, in the âunknown, unanticipated galaxyâ of very old age, his essays startle, move, and delight.
In Essays After Eighty, Hall ruminates on his past: âthirty was terrifying, forty I never noticed because I was drunk, fifty was best with a total change of life, sixty extended the bliss of fifty . . .â He also addresses his present: âWhen I turned eighty and rubbed testosterone on my chest, my beard roared like a lion and gained four inches.â
Most memorably, Hall writes about his enduring love affair with his ancestral Eagle Pond Farm and with the writing life that sustains him every day: âYesterday my first nap was at 9:30 a.m., but when I awoke I wrote again.â
âAlluring, inspirational hominess . . . Essays After Eighty is a treasure . . . balancing frankness about losses with humor and gratitude.ââWashington Post
âA fine book of remembering all sorts of things past, Essays After Eighty is to be treasured.ââBoston Globe
His entire life, Donald Hall dedicated himself to the written word, putting together a storied career as a poet, essayist, and memoirist. Here, in the âunknown, unanticipated galaxyâ of very old age, his essays startle, move, and delight.
In Essays After Eighty, Hall ruminates on his past: âthirty was terrifying, forty I never noticed because I was drunk, fifty was best with a total change of life, sixty extended the bliss of fifty . . .â He also addresses his present: âWhen I turned eighty and rubbed testosterone on my chest, my beard roared like a lion and gained four inches.â
Most memorably, Hall writes about his enduring love affair with his ancestral Eagle Pond Farm and with the writing life that sustains him every day: âYesterday my first nap was at 9:30 a.m., but when I awoke I wrote again.â
âAlluring, inspirational hominess . . . Essays After Eighty is a treasure . . . balancing frankness about losses with humor and gratitude.ââWashington Post
âA fine book of remembering all sorts of things past, Essays After Eighty is to be treasured.ââBoston Globe
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The former US Poet Laureate contemplates life, death, and the view from his window in these âalternately lyrical and laugh-out-loud funnyâ essays (New York Times).
His entire life, Donald Hall dedicated himself to the written word, putting together a storied career as a poet, essayist, and memoirist. Here, in the âunknown, unanticipated galaxyâ of very old age, his essays startle, move, and delight.
In Essays After Eighty, Hall ruminates on his past: âthirty was terrifying, forty I never noticed because I was drunk, fifty was best with a total change of life, sixty extended the bliss of fifty . . .â He also addresses his present: âWhen I turned eighty and rubbed testosterone on my chest, my beard roared like a lion and gained four inches.â
Most memorably, Hall writes about his enduring love affair with his ancestral Eagle Pond Farm and with the writing life that sustains him every day: âYesterday my first nap was at 9:30 a.m., but when I awoke I wrote again.â
âAlluring, inspirational hominess . . . Essays After Eighty is a treasure . . . balancing frankness about losses with humor and gratitude.ââWashington Post
âA fine book of remembering all sorts of things past, Essays After Eighty is to be treasured.ââBoston Globe
His entire life, Donald Hall dedicated himself to the written word, putting together a storied career as a poet, essayist, and memoirist. Here, in the âunknown, unanticipated galaxyâ of very old age, his essays startle, move, and delight.
In Essays After Eighty, Hall ruminates on his past: âthirty was terrifying, forty I never noticed because I was drunk, fifty was best with a total change of life, sixty extended the bliss of fifty . . .â He also addresses his present: âWhen I turned eighty and rubbed testosterone on my chest, my beard roared like a lion and gained four inches.â
Most memorably, Hall writes about his enduring love affair with his ancestral Eagle Pond Farm and with the writing life that sustains him every day: âYesterday my first nap was at 9:30 a.m., but when I awoke I wrote again.â
âAlluring, inspirational hominess . . . Essays After Eighty is a treasure . . . balancing frankness about losses with humor and gratitude.ââWashington Post
âA fine book of remembering all sorts of things past, Essays After Eighty is to be treasured.ââBoston Globe























