Siobhan McDonough, Writer
I twice read Susanna Clarke’s Piranesi this December, and in the last few pages – I won’t spoil it – in the last few pages, I was suddenly in Chicago in winter seeing the trees spangled with lights, and remembering a different life, one in which I wandered around ancient monuments each weekend. It was…
The thing that strikes me about Chicago is how clean it is, and empty. I sometimes wonder if it’s because of the pandemic, but when I came here in January it was like this, too: cold and shiny with wide streets. I was downtown during Thanksgiving in the late afternoon, when all the shops were…