Barnes and Doyle

I finished Arthur and George this afternoon and found it delightful, if at times a bit tedious, though examples of such were more of the melodrmatic, lending itself to Doyle's own work and that of our present, and addictive, courtroom drama. It is an English book and I can well imagine Julian and Zadie discussing such, while just outside Martin Amis takes (another) swing at Salman. Somewhere west of there, Hitchens and Joel are drinking.

Back to the Burton, for keeps.