In a large detached house surrounded by high privet hedges at the foot of a low hill range there is a room filled with books. Some of them date from the 19th century. 2,160 more words
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No shit, there I was watering my flowers. Orchestration or habit bent on outcomes, I do it daily, making sure I can get back from all my Elsewheres in time to do so before the day is gone with the moon. 2,060 more words
It is difficult to start to write about a book that has consumed me for the past 2 months.
This 1079 page book (about 100 pages are footnotes) takes place in a futuristic country which is a conglomerate of the US, Canada and Mexico. 553 more words
Originally published in 1929, this is another absurd send-up of the British aristocracy at which Wodehouse excelled. The Hon. Galahad Threepwood is busy writing his Reminiscences which promise to incriminate half of the local gentry, much to their horror. 71 more words