Weekend Hiatus

The landlord has temporarily turned off the hot water until 5PM (and I forgot about it) and I have too many things to do, including tweaking the last ten minutes of the play. Expect a return on Monday. In an effort to provide more pith, I hope to write about the following next week:

  • The stunning mediocrity of Anita Diamant and the problems of transposing familiar tales to novel form
  • The promised Book Babes followup
  • A post on first lit loves inspired by correspondence with the erstwhile Terry Teachout
  • Larry Sultan‘s wonderfully smutty photograph expo at MOMA