Unlikely Shifts

Today marks the first time I have ever been off for Martin Luther King Day. Outside the thaw appears over and aside from a launch to Whole Foods we have been reading indoors all day. I have read 150 pages of at swim-two-birds by Flann O'Brien and have been guffawing aloud all afternoon. My friend Roger is rather smitten with Donleavy's The Ginger Man and I regard this as the same quality of cut.