Last night my wife fell in love with another man.
We went to see Umberto Eco reading and in conversation with Jay Parini last night at the 92nd Street Y. █████ was enraptured. Eco is a very charming, self-effacing, funny fellow—and the Italian accent probably doesn't hurt—all of which masks an incredibly sharp and subtle mind. Heck, I was spellbound myself. I'm feeling a strange compulsion today to rush out and buy semiotics texts.
Can't wait to read Baudolino.
