An unexpected development: National Review Online approves of Love is a Four-Letter Word, the anthology in which my Narrative essay appeared. Interestingly, the reviewer seems to view the book as a sort of unwitting corrective to Sex and the City — a show I endured about a half-episode of during its entire run. Michael Taeckens, editor of the anthology, wrote . . .
The 1919 film Tih Minh, one of the multi-part Feuillade crime epics in which Edward Gorey immersed himself, showed at Yale tonight. NYC next?
“Most of his requests seemed impossible at the outset, and satisfying them was like a competitive sport.” Novelist Samantha Peale, on Jeff Koons.
Hadn’t read Ian McEwan since abandoning Saturday, but enjoyed “The Use of Poetry” on the train home tonight.
The first edition of Fowler’s Dictionary of Modern English Usage, “an unabashedly prescriptivist tome,” is being reissued. (Via.)