The funky-literate blog Resplendant Reflections/Roving Revistas has returned from a season in the land of Hiatus freed of its dependency on Blogger and as full of pizzazz as ever—but now with added pictures! Check it out:
Like a dog out looking for a long-buried bone I emerge! Went and briefly connected with friends at the bustling and disorganized (French) cafe which I haunt, then meandered like a sleep-walker through the streets to the Strand bookstore. They now have 16 miles of books, not the much-vaunted pardon-the-pun-pedestrian 8! Thus it was an act of deep concentration not to continue my sonnambulist ways in the midst of such temptation; but I did well, I think: a better Spanish dictionary, several inexpensive calendars, The Unstrung Harp and The Willowdale Handcar—both by that Prince of Dark Humor, Edward Gorey—for the Consumerist High Holy Days, plus my own treasure, Roderick Random by Tobias Smollett.
Smollett? you ask, incredulous. A jazzophile reading 18th century pomposities? Nay, dear reader, check him out; this is English swift as rapier, imagination unchained, the beginnings of the English language novel before we became indentured to drab seriousness and grunt realism.
Welcome back, o Smollett-loving jazzbo!