A month of lists redux ad infinitum
August in Sacramento used to be hell. Seriously. 105 degrees, the local news doing the obligatory “cooking eggs on the sidewalk” story, you’d actually feel sorry for the rattlesnakes kind of hell. This summer has been following suit but who knows what the next few weeks will bring. As in past years it might indeed be too hot to think. So once again I present to you an entire month of lists. Some will be repeats, because, really, my favorite literary theorists have not changed. Some will be new, some will be serious, most will be frivolous.
Sit back, relax, pour yourself a drink, and enjoy.