by John Lanchester
Originally published in the January 9, 2012 issue of The New Yorker.

I am, obviously, getting behind here. The culprit is work. I have been at the office from the wee hours of the morning until the wee hours of the morning for some time now, and I haven’t had a second to catch up. While there are a few more days that promise to be just as bad this week, there should still be some time to catch up on sleep and on my reading / reviewing. Until then . . .

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