Post-hose happiness. That tongue!

This is a good season to re-read Thomas Pynchon’s 1984 essay on Luddites.Β 

Working on a biography of Dorothy L. Sayers, I am regularly amazed that she could turn in a typescript of a novel and then hold the book in her hands six weeks later. Book publishers worked fast in those days, and largely mechanically: typewriters, Linotype, Monotype, letterpress printing. Zoom!

What if the chatbots just enter a state of transcendent bliss and end up ignoring us altogether? That’s a win/win, right?

The people at Fonts In Use are choosing the path of righteousness

Speaking of Robertson Davies: I only like seven or eight of the dozens and dozens of essays I have published, but one of those is largely about Davies.