Another Single Sabbath

I reread Chabon's The Final Solution today ion tandem with my wife. It was an appropriate book for a rainy Sunday and while I did recall the culprit, the details proved to be hazy, but the use of dialogue is impressive. My flirtation with sci-fi is apparently over, unconsummated to a real degree. There ia an author named James Carlos Blake that I discovered yesterday, another Cormac --- of sorts, I am sure. Which reminds me, Ed is reading Sutree -- which is a wicked read and certified anathema for this malaise which keeps me swimming through the Fisk.