I've met Margaret Atwood.
Pretentious twit. Ever seen an 'artiste-as-presented-by-fiction'?
Yeah, that's her. Incredibly self-involved. And that's just too much time not devoted to my own true self for any real enjoyment, so **** her, the dozy ****.
Seriously, though, she's something Tom Clancy would invent to degrade the left by example.
Anyways, right now I'm reading: a Patrick O'Brian (The Nutmeg of Consolation, no less, which has to be on the top 10 titles of all time), John Elting's 'Swords Around a Throne, Geraldine Brooks' People of the Book, some Plutarch and I've a Wodehouse stashed in the washroom for empty moments.) Edit: Also just started Death Comes As Epiphany, by Sharan Newman, but it's touch and go whether I'll keep going with it.
I'm going through the Flashman series again, and just finished Flashman For Freedom, which is my least fave of the series, but still gold.
Yes, I am that guy. I know, I know, but seriously, I am nice in real life.