Lamb’s head and pluck—it’s what’s for dinner
Letter No. 134: Includes a dog’s breakfast of feet, tongues, lights, dry oysters, and fummerfavory.
Book report for January 2026
Letter No. 133: Includes mention of a book discussed here last month, books not written, and some Zen, because we all could use a little Zen.
Words for my bleeding country, better than anything I might have penned
Letter No. 132: Needs no cutesy clever preface.
This idea will self-destruct in 30 milliseconds; you will remember nothing
Letter No. 131: Includes memes, antimemes, and I forget what else.
Book report for December 2025
Letter No. 130: Includes hunting beluga whales in Arctic Norway and another endless November 18 loop.
Book report for November 2025
Letter No. 129: Includes words about Phillip K. Dick and hallucinated reality, which go together like egg and nog.
Besotted by language: The brilliant ornery inspired reverent irreverent Brian Doyle
Letter No. 128: Includes a surfeit of adjectives and a dearth of commas.
Book report for October 2025
Letter No. 127: Includes a burning protagonist, moody artists, and an Irish name you will never pronounce correctly without assistance.
John Singer Sargent’s hands
Letter No. 126: Includes amateur art criticism and someone’s dirty imagination about a tassle.
Book Report for September 2025
Letter No. 124: Includes volumes set in 15th-century England and the here and now, plus a rare misstep from Lydia Davis and a bit of medical oversharing.
