I've been reading my way through The Brick in my lunch hour. It's going pretty slowly so far because that's not a whole lot of time, but the Hapgood translation is quite clear and I really adore nineteenth-century prose ( Read more... )

Not really sure, actually. On the one hand, I've had a cold or something and can't seem to get any bloody writing done, which is bad. On the other, I saw Judith Butler give a lecture yesterday, and today enjoyed a quite passable production of Les Mis at my old high school. It appears to be the case, in this benighted world, that only in my head ( Read more... )