Books I've actually finished lately: 93

Ellmann's biography of Wilde was one of the first big books I read (/finished), aged about 16.

From which event extends a trail of more-or-less predictable consequences...

Does anybody else think

that twenty quid is more than can be reasonably expected for a hundred and sixty pages?

Faber, isn't it.

InDefinition - GUEST ENTRY

writing style, n. 'a bow tie about a throat cancer'

- Samuel Beckett (to Aidan Higgins)

Sound familiar?

London Review (LRB) @LRB

Tonight! Two of the editors of Beckett's letters will be @lrbshop to discuss the project.

A city lane. A bookshop. Evening.
ESTRAGON: Is this some sort of elaborate in-joke?