I hope you enjoyed that passage as much as I did on my commute this morning. The third of Nicholson Baker’s books I’ve read, this one traces a man’s trip up an escalator in 134 pages. I’m only at Chapter 3, but nothing has happened yet. Rather it’s a discursive exploration of consciousness that’s I hope lives up to The Anthologist.

And next time you’re hungover, just say to yourself, “No, I don’t give a shit who introduced the sweet potato to North America.” (See point b)