Book Report: The Power
In Which Your Humble Blogger just wants everyone to read this book, so we can talk about it together.
In Which Your Humble Blogger just wants everyone to read this book, so we can talk about it together.
In Which Your Humble Blogger suspects that in the fullness of time it will be remembered similar to Tommy Smith and John Carlos at the 1968 Olympics, with historical surprise about the reaction to it, rather than to the act itself.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t really do the whole interacting-with-other-academic-librarians thing, and so doesn’t know if this has already been hashed out endlessly elsewhere.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is unsure what category to call this. I mean, I could turn it into a Book report, I suppose, as I read the thing just to be sure.
In Which Your Humble Blogger lightly entertains and was lightly entertained himself, withal.
In Which Your Humble Blogger writes almost the whole note a couple of weeks ago, and decides not to update it after the events of Charlottesville, which is probably a mistake, but there we are.
In Which Your Humble Blogger may have cried a bit. What? Nothing wrong with that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger should probably have brought a third handkerchief.
In Which Your Humble Blogger notes that the federal legislature has become like the weather in New England.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is once again culturally illiterate in a peculiarly information-rich way.