Monthly Archives: January 2010

The Wit of Wittgenstein

The mystical is not how the world is, but that it is. — Ludwig Wittgenstein Advertisements

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The False Prophet by Claire Booth

It’s well known that I’m an unapologetic true crime afficionado, and one of my (oh, so many) stock lines is you couldn’t make this stuff up, which is my flip way of expressing that a good true crime writer, by … Continue reading

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Happy Birthday Edgar Allan Poe!

Illustration by Satty

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Sadaquada

1. It’s cold, extremely cold, which makes the long walk from the far corner of the parking lot seem even longer, especially since I’m not wearing an overcoat, the idea being that when I slip into the clubhouse it’ll look … Continue reading

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Fall by Colin McAdam

I ordered Fall for myself from my book rep because I’m a sucker for prep school stories, but it turned out to be one of those "literary" mysteries that fail at both ends of the hybrid, and it literally gave … Continue reading

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Aztec Poem

  We have come only to sleep We have come only to dream. It is not true, no, it is not true That we have come to live on the earth.   At every spring the grass is renewed, So … Continue reading

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The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters

The Little Stranger, Sarah Waters, Riverhead Books, $26.95. A lot of Advance Reader Copies come through Aunt Agatha’s, but only a few of them find their way to the "maybe to be read" pile. There’s the authors I know and … Continue reading

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Little Lulu: Give Me That Head!

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Nice Pants, Coach

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Der Leiermann

There, beyond the village, Stands a hurdy-gurdy player; With numb fingers He plays as best he can.   Barefoot on the ice He totters to and fro, And his little plate Remains forever empty.   No one wants to listen, … Continue reading

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