Updated

I slept quite well. I was able to read until late. I still have no problems with Remnick's comprehension of the late USSR, especially his having penned such just as the door closed. I had thought of reading an entire play today, specifically Becket by Anoulh. I am soft stepping away from such presently.

Scott Esposito recently read and reviewed the new novel Jamestown. I was intrigued initially but todays NYTBR has a review and much like thoughts of breezing through Becket, it is gone. I honestly don't see any "new" books on the immediate horizon which beg urgent attention. Last week's Times had a few I would read concurrent with Samizdat but nothing which screams like the Bolano.