I guess Chicago is not the only place that’s been having unseasonably warm weather, but it’s really acting like winter is over here. There’s no snow on the ground for the first time in months and frankly I’m a little disappointed. On the other hand it meant the consumption partner and I were up for a little jaunt around Hyde Park yesterday morning that led to some fun book acquisitions.
This is a copy of P.G. Wodehouse’s story “The Great Sermon Handicap.” In English, Czech, Polish, Russian, White Russian (seriously), Ukrainian, Bulgarian, Macedonian, Servo-croation, Slovenian, Slovakian, and Phonetic English. Seriously. Like this:
Are you not madly in love? Are you not astonished to hear that Powell’s had not one but two copies of this book, available at a ridiculously low price? And what would you say if I told you that this was volume six in a series of books of “The Great Sermon Handicap” translated into dozens of languages? I haven’t tracked down all of them yet but…would you really even blame me if I started collecting the set? (And come on. The one I find is a bunch of Slavic stuff I don’t know. Though I do read IPA!)
Also picked up a nice copy of La Princesse de Clèves (yeah, I know, get real) and a selection of poems by Robert Burns. I don’t know Burns much at all, and I’ve been feeling a little pull toward poetry lately.
Other than that I’ve been spending a very satisfying weekend curled up with a book. A couple really. You’ll be hearing some about them this week.