A Review of One's Own

Teju Cole’s Open City

In her 1940 memoir, Paris, France, Gertrude Stein wrote that “everybody who writes is interested in living inside themselves in order to see what is inside themselves.” With his first novel, Open City, an elegant exercise in flâneurie, Teju Cole proves himself to be Stein’s writer – as much a tenant of his mind as he … Continue reading →