Book news! Not about mine, really. If I want to fulfill my dream of (1) not working in an office forever and instead 2) travelling around the world in part trying to (3) escape publicity, I have to get back into a routine of writing & revising. Because sadly one has to deserve publicity before one can escape it. Unless one is Paris Hilton.

Did you know the Astor Place Barnes & Noble is closing? I find this mind-boggling, a bit like Tower Records succumbing to the fate of its tarot card.

I guess I’ll have to find a different place to buy my literary lover’s latest. Actually, more precisely, since I don’t buy from chain stores, I’ll have to find a different place to use the bathroom when I’m downtown and in need. And let me add, it is a measure of my devotion that I even think of purchase, anywhere. I am a loyal footsoldier of the New York Public Library, with cards for Manhattan & Brooklyn branches. As I am not (yet) dashing incognito to Buenos Aires when being chased by paparazzi becomes too fatiguing, I simply cannot afford to buy every book I read.

Speaking of which, though, I’ve gotten absorbed back into these Dorothy Sayers’s Lord Peter Wimsey mystery novels I loved when I was younger. They’re wonderful: witty, thoughtful, exciting, really hard to put down. I recommend them highly even — or especially — if you’ve always turned your nose up when confronted with mysteries or genre fiction in general. The ones with Harriet Vane in them are about as romantic as I get.