I draw your attention to the letters page of the Times today, where William Julius Wilson smacks down Krugman for last weeks' "Nixonland" column. It really was a nasty column. The reader is clearly given the impression that the MSNBC guy who made the inexcusable comment about Chelsea was acting at the behest of Obama's campaign. The column is a prime example of the sneaking insinuation it purports to decry.
But enough of the road to the White House. I took an escapist break this past weekend and re-read Pigs Have Wings, by P.G. Wodehouse. I have read just about all of Wodehouse's stuff and he is just phenomenal. Wodehouse has been admired by people as different as Evelyn Waugh and Alexander Cockburn. He is the best writer of comedy ever to have lifted a pen, I think. While the novels involving Bertie Wooster and his butler Jeeves are more widely known, I strongly recommend the Blandings Castle series, of which Pigs is one. Much of the plotting revolves around the corpulent Empress of Blandings, Lord Emsworth's prize pig, who has won the prize for corpulence at the local Agricultural Show on multiple occasions, despite the nefarious attempts on the part of owners of rival pigs to hobble him. I guess you had to be there - as it were- but if you've never read him before, drop everything until you have. You will thank me. How can you not like a man who pens throwaway lines such as:
"If not positively disgruntled, he was certainly far from gruntled,"