What I’d Rather Be Reading When I’m Reading Murakami
My coworker recently suggested a book to me. It is a memoir by the greatest living Japanese author, Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. The suggestion made sense in a sort of syllogistic way. I like to run; Murakami likes to run. I am shuffling awkwardly through the great works of literature; Murakami is … Continue reading
Comma, Confession
I admit it: I have read several books on grammar. Perhaps five or six all the way through. And yet, as you can see from the previous sentence fragment, I am not much of a stickler. Knowing grammar is fine, but the passion some readers and writers have for grammar is alarming. I believe you should … Continue reading
Deja Vu Dracula
For Halloween a couple years ago I put up this post on Dracula. Reading the book now, it is remarkable how that cartoonist is true to the novel’s description of the super bad guy. Dracula is described as a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from … Continue reading
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