Yeah, Lamb's Tales From Shakespeare was a regular in British households in the 19th century— it was actually the way a lot of British school kids first learned about the Shakes.

To be fair, Charles Lamb wrote Tales From Shakespeare back in 1807.  Same theory, really.

She took film studies at USC.

"Soon, my head will be this big! A-ha-ha!  Ah-ha-ha-ha!"

My feelings on re-reading Catch-22 are that it actually improved from when I read it in younger years.  When you're young you enjoy the humor and irreverence — when you're older the book's real undercurrent of desperation and despair starts to give it a different kind of urgency.

I've had The Quincunx on my shelves on my bookshelf for a while and haven't yet gotten around to it.  I'd picked it up because I really enjoyed his book Betrayals— half nifty metatextual mystery and half amusing snark about various thinly-disguised British/Scottish writers.  Nothing major, but fun.

I never knew that was Heinlein!  So Ice Cube's a fan, then.

How did I miss that there was a new Pynchon coming out?  And yet there it is on Wikipedia.  I'm usually sort of on top of Pynchoniana.

I'm surprised to hear such harsh evaluations of The Man Who Was Thursday.  I'm scarcely of Chesterton's political or religious bent, but I thought it was an enjoyable, light-hearted satirical fantasy.  I'm not sure there's much to be gained from viewing it as a serious analysis of anarchism, anymore than it would be…

I just read this for the first time.  At first I thought, "Well this is cute, but where does it go?" and then it seemed to open up suddenly and I felt like I really started to get what it was going for.  It's really quite a beautiful book.  It left behind such a wealth of conflicting impressions that I'm quite eager…

Dressed as a woman, he'd have to beat himself.  So, sure!

Well, nobody's perfect.

For British Eyes Only!

Mrs.!

Well if they remake I, Claudius they'd better make Berry play Augustus.

From what I've listened to, if Manson hadn't gone the "brutal slaughter" route he might have developed a pretty ace pop sound.

Seriously. I almost didn't bother with page 2.

I've always recommended that.

He was the spine of modern horror.  A huge loss.

It did sort of remind me of the episode in which George somehow becomes a construction worker and Elaine somehow becomes a janitor for separate ridiculous reasons.  The two of them pass in the street and nod a greeting like the working people they are.