Saturday, April 28, 2007

Very light blogging day ...

... in fact, this may be it until tomorrow. Debbie and I heading out to Doylestown to see the other hald of the Daniel Garber exhibition at the Michener Museum before it closes. Back whenever.


  1. Anonymous11:43 AM

    Maybe it is just me but there seems to be a renewed interest and rightly so in John Donne. This Michael Dirda's book review of a new Donne biography.

    John Donne

    I hope the link appears.

  2. Anonymous1:02 AM

    Hey Frank, it's Tono. I haven't dropped a line in awhile. What's up? You made me a laughing stock on the internet because you didn't fulfill your promise to review my fourth novel in the newspaper like you wrote you would. I just wonder what happened, and how I can explain this boast to my detractors? I'm sure it's nothing personal, but you did make this pledge, and I've suffered only because you didn't make good on it.

    Now, I don't expect anything from you publically, but you could at least have given me some private, personl comment, even if you found the book unreadable, or whatever. But your silence, your indifference, that I don't understand and never will.

    Best Wishes,

    Tono Rondone

  3. Actually, Tono, I still have plans to do a piece that will incorporate comment on you and your book. The problem is I have gone from having a full-time assistant to a part-time assistant to a sometime assisant to no assistant at all. And the number of books coming into the office is about 20 percent greater now than when I took the job. And, believe it or not, I get assignments, too, that my adminstrative superiors expect me to complete, plus there are 2,300 emails in my in box, so what we plan to do and what we get around to doing and when we get around to it is affected by all sorts of factors besides our simple willingness. And of course we satisfy few if any. Which is why we are increasingly weary of our job.

  4. Anonymous10:02 PM

    Wow, Frank! I'm sorry for the delay in returning your comment which I didn't even know existed until tonight. Well, I knew all of these factors in your day to day life as a book reviewer and editor of a major newspaper. I don't fault you, and anyway, inadvertently, in an early email you sent me, you gave me my best review yet. I think that's simply intuition, but you did also take the trouble and cost of ordering another copy of The Martyrs, my fourth novel. You didn't let me down at all. About my novel, you commented:

    "I can feel an imagination at work. It's as simple as that. The Martyrs reminds one that, before Ranke and Mommsen tried to turn history into a science, it was a literary art."

    Thank you Mister Wilson and we might strike up a friendship here.


    Tono Rondone