Epstein’s rereading comments here are great. I can’t imagine not rereading and even look forward to it. The anticipation of rereading certain books provides a joy all its own. And there are times I postpone a reread to (a) prolong that joy and (b) ensure the time is right for the rereading. The funny thing, of course, is that if you talk to someone who’s not much of a book person about this they can’t understand a word of it.
A good word for Peacock is always welcome. I love the Romantics but Peacock surpasses them in sense and humor and maturity. It was Gore Vidal's fine essay on Peacock that alerted me to his presence in the literary landscape.
Epstein’s rereading comments here are great. I can’t imagine not rereading and even look forward to it. The anticipation of rereading certain books provides a joy all its own. And there are times I postpone a reread to (a) prolong that joy and (b) ensure the time is right for the rereading. The funny thing, of course, is that if you talk to someone who’s not much of a book person about this they can’t understand a word of it.
A good word for Peacock is always welcome. I love the Romantics but Peacock surpasses them in sense and humor and maturity. It was Gore Vidal's fine essay on Peacock that alerted me to his presence in the literary landscape.