The Detours of Augie March

It has not been a week for Bellow, only an allegory. Tuesday was so dank and cold that I remained indoors all of the day. I stepped aside from the Dostoevsky and read all of Ackroyd's The Trial of Eizabeth Cree. It certainly wasn't the most challenging material I have evr encountered and yet it wasn't a genre potboiler either. It certainly didn't belong in the library's mystery section. Like much of Ackroyd's fiction it was historically based and this layered treatment of London in 1880 featured a pantheon of the period's major figures, most notably (and enjoyed by myself) Karl Marx and George Gissing. It was a diversion and I don't regret it.