And here, the last day of this foul year. It's appropriately overcast here in Providence, 32˚F, windchill at 25˚F. It should be overcast the world over, mourning 2016 and the fear of 2017. This year, the ball drops on an entirely different variety of uncertainty ( Read more... )

So, yeah. Eco is dead, too. Maybe it's only an illusion, at this point, only a semblance - the world suddenly casting off some of it's brightest creative lights. Likely, there's nothing statistically significant about the six weeks or so. But it sure seems so.

I was never crazy about Il nome della rosa (The Name of the Rose), but Il pendolo di ( Read more... )