disappear

Read The Changeling this weekend, and disagreed vociferously with the editor's introduction, which is always a good sign.

The godlike committee member is apparently not answering my email due to being out of the country, which is at least a good reason.

Went browsing in a bookstore this weekend (bad Truepenny, but there were extenuating circumstances) and found Stephen Greenblatt, Hamlet in Purgatory, and René Girard, Violence and the Sacred, both of which are on my infinitely expanding list of books I need to read. (I put back the dual-language edition of Perrault, because that is in fact IRrelevant to the dis, but we wants it, precious, we does, yes, gollum.)

I love buying books, even ones I don't particularly want to read. It's something about ownership.

Hey, matociquala, have you heard of this one? City of Sin: London in Pursuit of Pleasure by Giles Emerson. I made myself put that one back, too, but he starts with Londinium and works his way forward. It looked pretty cool.

Time for bed.