Welcome back, Victoria / I trust your piano-legs / are covered up again

Pierre’s Release The Bats because apparently I can still be tempted to buy “how to write” books, but only when they promise to be distinctly unlike most “how to write” books. Usually, that promise turns out to be egregiously false—perhaps because I seem to have parsed the promise as meaning something like “you’ll never need…

Folks, I’m gonna be abandoning the pretentious thing I’ve been doing with these posts—you know, the whole “the department” and “the institution” routine—because it was never particularly funny, and it’s a strain on the basic purpose of these posts, which is to just be like “hey, look what I got myself to read!” Cue half…