stumbled on two fred vargases in orchard library that i hadn’t known were available in english; immediately read them both to the neglect of all work. i’d forgotten how much i — in fact, our whole set — had enjoyed these, back when she was new to us and there was an entire trove to go through: now i would have to brave the french to slake my desire for more — not actually a bad idea, and my languages need keeping up, but i am slow.but it’s been some years, and another cycle of the adamsbergs is no hardship, by the end of which the 2015 novel (temps glaciaires, it is called, and raved about in the french press already) may have been translated. excelsior.
