Such Strangeness

The week has limped into the corner, my neighbors still lack electricity, major investment banks have washed up on the shores of Gehennagrad and my own brain keeps reeling under the tow of DFW. I read his essay on Joseph Franks multi-volume biography of Dostoevsky the other night and then elected to read The Spy Who Came In From The Cold. I can't really sense any connection but i can now admit to having read Graham Greene's favorite spy novel.

I am now hip deep in Wallace's The Girl With The Curious Hair.