Center the Clamor

My distended weeked continues through today. I have made good use of the time. My wife and I went north for commerce, books and Turkish food. Yesterday I read all of Richard Price's Lush Life. Damn, if there wasn't a single Billy Strayhorn reference. I think Dennis Lehane is potty if he actually considers Price to be our Balzac. Perhaps his rum opinion could be refined with some exposure outside of his genre.

I have made it to p. 150 in Moby Dick and i am half way through Daniel Kehlmann's Measuring The World, which is a hilarious novel and no doubt superior in its native German.