Erik Larson may not be familiar to you. I think he is better known in America. At my Thanksgiving picnic-on-a-park-bench that should have been captured by Georges Seurat, my friend the Manhattan banker gave me a present from her sister who serendipitously called in on FaceTime from Boston.
Category: Literature
Resistance
Do Books Furnish a Room?
Slightly Bonkers
Batsford
Good Crap
Farewell to the President
Chips has the Last Word
The Gormanston Foxes, Part II
” The second record was at the time of the death of the 14th Viscount. In his 70th year he had been taken to a nursing home in Dublin for observation and died there, rather suddenly, in October 1907. The coffin containing his body was taken by road to Gormanston and placed in… Continue reading The Gormanston Foxes, Part II