till working too much, reading too little, so I'll keep this brief.
I hope I violate no confidences by saying that Declan Burke's latest novel, Slaughter's Hound
, is shaping up as funny, melancholy, and angry at the state of Ireland all at the same time. And that's good, very good.
chmoozed with my newspaper's new owners this week, a step or seven above my usual social circles. The new guys include a former NBA team owner, a man widely considered the most powerful political figure in Southern New Jersey, and a philanthropist so ubiquitous in Philadelphia that I welcomed him to the last remaining institution in the city that did not have his name on it. All in all, they don't seem bad sorts, and I hope they do good things with and for my beleaguered paper.
© Peter Rozovsky 2012
Labels: Declan Burke, Ireland, miscellaneous, newspapers