The Myth of Justice

A recent overdose of Decca had a detrimental effect on last night's sleep. I've never dreamt in letters before. To do so is rather maddening. I'm starting Middlemarch today; Bronwyn's reading it too.

The Guardian World Literature Tour in New Zealand: fascinating to read the discussion in comparison to Canada's which turned in to an all-out internecine CanLit hatefest. Here for literacy initiatives. The usual suspects for Britain's favourite books. Here for Granta's best American novelists.

Our beloved Curtis's birthday plans were waylaid last night due to a ferocious winter storm. An emergency birthday party was thrown together with some success. Cake was devoured. Excellent. Bonne fête.