Fiction: I’m obsessively checking The Boston Review site for the great James Hynes’ essay on the novels of the great Rupert Thomson. (Yes, this is a personal literary wet dream.) I have it on good authority that the piece will appear in the next issue, which, by my calculations, is March/April 2006. Meaning: it’ll be up tomorrow? Please?
Stage: Ireland announces its Beckett centenary events today. And Rachel Campbell-Johnston wonders what Beckett would have made of the celebration. “I doubt he would have turned up,” she says. “‘All I want to do is sit on my ass and fart and think of Dante,’ he once told a concerned friend.”