Author: Elisabeth Harvey

This is a funny book! Yet also very deep. Audible has a nice performance of this — check it out here!  Binx Bolling is quite a Bourbon Street dandy! What do you think he is seeking in all the movies he watches? Why is he fascinated with actors? Or is he?? As someone wrote in…

Next month (on September 27th) we will begin a tour through Southern Gothic literature (1930s – 1960s). We are starting with the little known novella, The Member of the Wedding, by Carson McCullers. I have always enjoyed her work more than O’Connor’s, but McCullers has been overshadowed by the popularity of Flannery O ‘Connor. This book is…

Conversatio has just begun reading The Aeneid… Our first online discussion will be at 8:00 pm ET, Tuesday,  April 26th.  Below you can see a page of the work in its original language, Latin. Next week we begin a three month journey through Virgil’s Aeneid.  No, not in Latin! :) We aren’t quite ready to…

Go here to read about the online courses I and some of my long time friends are offering.

We are beginning a new season of the Conversatio, and I am very excited about this, as we are reading something this month that I’ve always wanted to study a bit more: Til We Have Faces!  It takes more than just one cursory reading to understand why Lewis considered it his best work of fiction!…

Below I have a website of my older paintings. As soon as I get some decent photos of the latest paintings (the ones I’ve been doing this year) they will be posted here. Click Here For Paintings

The April Poetry Celebration is over now, but we are not done relishing poetry! I am thrilled to be taking Grace’s Poetry Matters workshop with others. I look forward to dwelling on the words of great poets and learning to understand them better. Just now I’m sitting on the deck listening to the warbling of…

Vermeer It’s not a sheltered world. The noise begins over there, on the other side of the wall where the alehouse is…  (Read this here.) by Tomas Tranströmer

You, Andrew Marvell And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth’s…   (Read the rest of it here.)   By Archibald Macleish

To his Coy Mistress Had we but world enough, and time,This coyness, lady, were no crime.We would sit down and think which wayTo walk, and pass our long love’s day;Thou by the Indian Ganges’ sideShouldst rubies find; I by the tideOf Humber would complain. I wouldLove you ten years before the Flood;And you should, if…