The book reviews are full of what are starting to be famously known as the "9/11 novels" and critics everywhere are trying to read these books not only as fiction but as ink blots about what they, you know, represent. List prices for hardbacks being what they are, I haven't read any of the books yet. Instead, I read reviews, particularly about Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, because its title seems ripe for parody ("soon to be followed by the sequel Extremely Spicy and Incredibly Rich!")

The New York Times book review induced caution, to say the least. At least this NY Press review is entertaining. (Context: The reviewer is a pundit at the New Partisan.)

Saturday sounds like a better bet to me, but I am always hooked by a Virginia Woolf parallel.

See you at the library?