Book Report: Netherland
In Which Your Humble Blogger finishes the year short four letters: U, V, X and Y. Well, that’s three letters, really, and frankly Y is kinda phony, too.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finishes the year short four letters: U, V, X and Y. Well, that’s three letters, really, and frankly Y is kinda phony, too.
In Which Your Humble Blogger discovers that things are not how they were eight years ago, but are… wait for it… different.
In Which Your Humble Blogger makes the easy prediction, but uneasily.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does get to watch Web of Fear, and if they’re just humoring the old man, then that’s OK, too.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has to say the nothing he has to say, because what else is there to say?
In Which Your Humble Blogger enjoys a book, thinks of a few monkey puns, and decides that discretion is probably the better whatsit of thingummy.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a little list, and will probably not be missed.
In Which Your Humble Blogger revisits the question.
In Which Your Humble Blogger celebrates Love Theatre Day in his own way.
In Which Your Humble Blogger probably should have just picked up an Ellery Queen mystery, come to think of it.