My son, the budding 8-year old literary critic, has built his evaluative armory on a strong foundation: cover illustrations. He subjects these packaging exercises to analysis–cursory or detailed depending on his mood–and generates more questions about the content than Leslie Fiedler could.
He had a lot of questions about the present volume. Continue reading
Miss Gomez and the Brethren
Lost. Once again I am completely lost.
I really hate when that happens.
If you’ve visited before, there’s a good chance you’ve encountered me in my befuddlement. Almost always, the cause is a work of fiction. I always say it’s important to Continue reading
How Right You Are, Jeeves
Applesauce. Until now it hadn’t occurred to me that this seasonal comestible could function as a curse word.
That’s why Wodehouse can fill a couple of library shelves and I…well, you can figure that next bit out for yourself. It helps, of course, that he has the perfect delivery Continue reading