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We Are Detective

A few days ago I listened to a podcast about Vincent Starrett, newspaper, bibliophile, Sherlockian, and according to Wikipedia at least, instrumental in bringing the work of weird fiction author Arthur Machen to the United States. The episode included a recitation of Starrett’s poem 221 B, which I present here for the simple fact that […]

Images of Heaven

I’ve owned and read all of these Gaiman titles at one time or another, but these McGinnis covers make me want to buy them all over again.

The Shape Of Things To Come

I updated both the reading list and the viewing list, in case you were wondering what I’ve been reading and watching.

Skeleton Key

I recently added the Annotated Lovecraft (which sadly does not include The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath) to my library, so I dug up this post, originally published in June, 2012.

Once when I was in high school I got sick and had to go to the hospital, for neither the first nor the last time. […]

Seen It Before

I first posted this entry in May of 2011. Earlier this year I read The Broken Road, posthumously published conclusion to the story Leigh Fermor began in A Time of Gifts. I highly recommend all three.

Leigh Fermor, Patrick (1977). A Time of Gifts. NY: The New York Review of Books. 316 pages.

The […]

Everyday, Everyway

You know what else I need to reread? A whole bunch of books by Dorothy Dunnett: the Lymond Chronicles, the House of Niccolo, and maybe King Hereafter too.

I could spend all of 2015 rereading. I won’t though.

Wrapped Up In Books

My last haul from the Harvard Book Store,which is, along with the Brattle Book Shop one of my favorite places in Boston .

The reading list for 2014, over there on the left, has finally been updated. In case you wondering when I was going to get around to it, which you probably weren’t.

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New Slang

Since I was recently gifted a lifetime membership by LibraryThing, I went and cataloged all my books, or at least the 633 of them on the premises (there are others lurking in my Dad’s attic).