November Bookshelf: ABCs of Death

“Winter is not a season, it’s an occupation.”

Sinclair Lewis, The Job

That most cold and contemptible of months, November, is at last behind us. Good riddance. I’ve never been able to bear that dank stretch between the glow of Halloween and the sparkle of Christmas. Continue reading “November Bookshelf: ABCs of Death”

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September Bookshelf: Descent into Idiothood

“After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.”

Philip Pullman

September was spent on a train, I feel. I commute almost an hour to work in the morning, and though it eats up a lot of my day I find myself not really minding (though I at least partly credit it for the increase in colds I’ve had recently). Continue reading “September Bookshelf: Descent into Idiothood”

August Bookshelf: Modern Rest and Relaxation

“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.”

John Donne, ‘The Autumnal’

August has been an odd month, chez Glover. I’ve hardly been home, and I don’t read a lot when I travel. Between a weekend at the hospitality of Stendhal festival (where I did read quite a bit, in fact, but it was The Very Hungry Caterpillar to an audience of rapt five-year-olds) and my annual retreat to the cinema for five days at Arrow Video Frightfest, I’m afraid I’ve been more of a square-eyes than a bookworm. Continue reading “August Bookshelf: Modern Rest and Relaxation”