Twenty-five years and day. Last night, I uncovered an ancient photocopy of the
New Yorker article on mad Oxfordians that set me off on quarter-century rampage of glee and wrath. The "irk in the oystershell," as I said of another tale. And I did in the end get a story from it, though perhaps not a pearl. If it is one, black and baroque.
...and pure gold.Heard an
evening of radio plays by the glorious Post-Meridian gang.
Them! is a tour-de-force of straight-faced fifties kitsch (with .... mandibles);
derspatchel
's
Crisis of the Cuddlykins is divinely demented. Last chance to catch them is next Sunday at the MIT Museum.
(And isn't Responsible Grace a wonderful name for a church?)
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Published on April 13, 2013 21:03