Peter Carey makes it on again, as do our own faves David Mitchell and Sarah Waters.

B, the hardest working man in blog business, returns to the scene with Cleaning Las Vegas: “Let me state up front that, number one, I am recording my observations as a complete beginner to dry cleaning, not as a pro, so I make no claims of accuracy for anything I say about the business. I can just see dry cleaning motherfuckers getting all up in my grill about how I’m using the tamping brush wrong or how I’m supposed to use a 60/40 solution of neutral lubricant to water instead of 50/50.”

Be sure to swing by the Litblog Co-Op this week, where the Summer 2006 finalist, Michael Martone’s Michael Martone, is being discussed or, at the very least, referenced through all manner of strange Contributor’s Notes.

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Total body count from traps: six.

I haven’t heard a peep or a scurry the past few days. The exterminator believes they’re gone, but we laid down more traps just to be sure.

But I’m relieved to report that Chez Ed is salubrious and once again open for business.

The exterminator, however, was a far too giddy bastard about all this. I remained brave as he threw mice-laden traps within inches of my feet. Perhaps he was putting the test in testoserone, but I lived to tell the tale.