I spent the day in bed reading, as I’m wont to do when I’m all sniffly and sick.  I finished off M. T. Anderson’s Octavian Nothing, which was mostly brilliant (the book, not my finishing it*), and started on Charles de Lint’s Widdershins, because de Lint is, like Haruki Murakami, perfect sick-in-bed light reading.
I’m about [...]

From a review of Paper Cities at Post-Weird Thoughts:
Stephanie Campisi’s The Title of this Story has many things to do with Borges. Metafictional, it tells the story of an onomastician who’s asked to translate and then name a religious book. The story is, of course, about the power of naming and ultimately questions if something [...]