Enough, Then

Perhaps the surface temperature had risen because of our following the Games on late night television, I simply didn't find it engaging to follow the exploits of young Frederic, making cow-eyes at Mrs. Arnoux -- so I put down the Flaubert.

I picked up Trinities by Nick Tosches and read it in two days. Yes, it is a mob novel, but an eloquent one which baptizes with viscera and soothes to slumber with the disparate languages and rituals of the ancients. I love Tosches. he is poet and a scholar. I will likely read Cut Numbers this week.