I really should just get rid of our copy of Bellwether. There are bits of it that I do find very funny, and I think it’s a well-crafted book in a variety of ways, but boy is it depressing. I mean, if depressing were a high-pitched wind instrument, Bellwether would be a fucking fife and drum corps. And the drums, you know, aren’t bad, they’ve got that whole martial backbeat going on, and sometimes, if I am searching for something I haven’t re-read recently and the bath water is running hot, I forget about the fifes and grab the book. So, on the whole, better off giving the thing to the library.
chazak, chazak, v’nitchazek,
-Vardibidian.