Chunky battered cod

Toronto writer (and my good friend) Rebecca Rosenblum sings a love song to The New Yorker: "If you start early enough with any reading material, it will form it's own ideal reader (this is true of just about anything, I suppose; it's how you explain families)."

Rebecca Gowers (remember When to Walk?) guest-blogs for savvy readers: "It annoys me that “flighty”—a word, by the way, that Shakespeare used in Macbeth and which then meant speedy—has now declined into a resolute negative, stuck in a corner with “giddy” and “harebrained,” besides meaning, at a stretch, sexually undependable. The concept of flight is itself surely so marvelous to a naturally earth-bound creature that to limit the associations of “flighty” to the unpredictable whirligigging of a short-lived insect seems like an awful waste."

And links for Elizabeth Hay (who, sadly for the sake of completion, is not called Rebecca): 12 or 20 Questions; interviewed at the CBC; and in The Guardian (even though Margaret Atwood owned the spotlight in a protest about doves).

Oh, and speaking of words: my new favourite is "mimsy".