Sorry – I’ve been sick in bed for days! I didn’t even know the date today till about ten minutes ago – and there are still almost ten minutes left – and I never did get to that meditation on the demise of Borders and the Net Book Agreement that was in...

Oh no! I have accidentally deleted the spam I was saving for a rainy day! There were several good ones, including a name I liked very much, something M. Horvath; but the star was the one called Tiger in Underwear. Beautiful, isn’t it. (It’s a theme,...

So… Zadie Smith is publishing – that is, she has written, so Hamish Hamilton is publishing – a book of essays, and thus has essayed to write an essay about it, which is in yesterday’s Guardian. Most of her essay is about the essays of one David...

Oh, arf. I posted this as a draft, and scheduled it to publish today, last week – and then forgot all about it! Sorry fellas. Someone posted it up somewhere and I can now no longer even remember who, for which I am also sorry. Signs of strain,...

Here, apparently, is a real sentence from Sarah Palin’s book: “As the soles of my shoes hit the soft ground, I pushed past the tall cottonwood trees in a euphoric cadence, and meandered through willow branches that the moose munched on.” She’s...