Lapham’s Quarterly reprints a great 1924 Aldous Huxley essay on travel reading. The trick, he says, is to abandon the idea that you’re going to work your way through the Western canon on a two-week tour of France. A perfect book to take along on a trip is one “of such a kind that one can open it anywhere and . . .
While researching Victorian grande dame Gertrude Tennant, David Waller unearthed Flaubert’s tender letters to her.
For obvious reasons, I want to read Luxenberg’s Annie’s Ghost, about a long-lost institutionalized aunt.
Martin Stannard’s Muriel Spark bio — out in the U.S. from Norton next April — explores her breakdown & religious conversion.
If this is the future of the book, could somebody beam me there right now? And dispose of my 39 stacks of galleys?