I've been horribly lax here. Still haven't finished my Dorothy Sayers marathon, but truth be told I was getting a bit tired of Peter Wimsey. Sacrilege!! And I went off in other directions: for example, Flagels translation of The Illiad. Very long, but also very readable, lovely verse. Better than the Richmond Lattimore version I read in college (sorry Mr. Lattimore, with whom I studied the Greeks in translation). I skipped the catalog of ships I admit, but quite enjoyed the drama of Achilles and the battles and the sniping gods and goddesses. Worth it, and I'm drawn to reread the Odyssey and the Aeneid too. Pity me. Read a few other things as well, though I think I'll post remarks on Goodreads, saving this blog for mysteries, from which I took a bit of a break (oh dear me). Back in the swing though with Charlotte Armstrong's "A Dram of Poison,"
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