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Still reading Murder Must Advertise.  This time Sayers takes on advertisers, a commercial culture, and shoppers. The very work that engaged [Lord Peter] –or rather, the shadowy simulacrum of himself that signed itself on every morning in the name of Death Bredon– wafted him into a sphere of dim platonic archetypes, bearing a scarcely recognizable…

I know it’s been a while since I posted a weekly report. One week we were preparing for vacation. The next week we were on vacation. The following week we did a little school as we recovered from vacation and prepared for M-girl’s ninth birthday. Last week we had full school, and it was painful…

I’m reading Murder Must Advertise by Dorothy Sayers.  I loved this assessment of police novels: “It beats me,” said Wimsey, “the way these policemen give way over a trifling accident. In the Sexton Blake book that my friend Ginger Joe has just lent me, the great detective, after being stunned with a piece of lead-piping…

More from Carolyn Weber’s new book, Holy is the Day.  I loved this book. One of my favorite sentences. Ever.: “All of a sudden, without warning, an enormous pewter arch breaks the cerulean surface of the sea.” pg 107 ——————————————— No one had warned me just how truly power-full you became when filled with the…