Only Connect

Lucky Lori Lansens, whose novel is the first Canadian book selected by Richard and Judy's book club. Britpop enters its latest golden age. On le history of chapbooks.

I just finished reading the bizarre and wonderful Never Let Me Go, and the imaginary sounds of Judy Bridgewater are playing in my mind. Next up is Human Croquet by Kate Atkinson, who is always a treat.

The basement neighbours' screaming match is entering its 49th hour. We've deciphered that she quit her job, he never shows her affection, he declared her unreliable and she is no longer allowed to eat his bread. Moreover she has outstanding debt on rental cars and owes him a ton of cigarettes. It's difficult to keep track of because they move between inside and out, and so we have to keep moving between the vent and the window to get the details. It's all getting a bit tiresome, however. We're hoping they kill each other before bedtime.

In literary connexions, my mom met a man at a party yesterday who is uncle to Ms. Z. Smith's own Laird.