You can read my review of David Markson’s Epitaph for a Tramp & Epitaph for a Dead Beat in today’s Philly Inquirer.

Simon Pegg: “It’s not so much about having a different sense of humour as a different approach to life. More demonstrative than we are, Americans are not embarrassed by their emotions. They clap louder, cheer harder and empathise more unconditionally. It’s an openness that always leaves me feeling slightly guilty and apologetic when American personalities appear on British chat shows and find their jokes and stories met with titters, not guffaws, or their achievements met with silent appreciation, rather than claps and yelps. We don’t like them any less, we just aren’t inclined to give that much of ourselves away. Meanwhile, as a Brit on an American chat show, it’s difficult to endure prolonged whooping without intense, red-faced smirking.

You can read my review of China Miéville’s Un Lun Dun, appearing in this Sunday’s Los Angeles Times. In fact, it’s something of a West Coast Bloggin’ Boys Club feel this week, what with appearances in the same issue by Tod Goldberg and Jim Ruland.

Scientif American: “There have been countless literary descriptions of men miraculously breast-feeding, from The Talmud to Tolstoy, where, in Anna Karenina, there is a short anecdote of a baby suckling an Englishman for sustenance while on board a ship. The little anthropological evidence documented suggests it is possible.”