I think I'll have to track down some of his writing.

You'll love him, I think: he writes about place in a way that cuts through time, a zigzag association of centuries that somehow adds up to a beautiful little thumbnail of all the myths and the one obstinate, pearl-grit detail that makes a city, a town, a tree, a landscape real. He sees everywhere he travels through a scrim of stories, but he knows enough to mock himself for it, even as he falls into a reverie of the lost emperors of Constantinople or Alexander's half-sister the mermaid. He kept her tattooed on his shoulder, it sounds like. I can think of worse patrons.

Well reviewed!

I don't suppose you could tell me about the tartan if you see it?

I hope you can find some sleep soon. I tried to attach some in an email to you, but it wouldn't work. Then again, I can't seem to send galette aux pommes as an attachment, either, I'm sad to say.

Heh. Thank you. The attempt is most appreciated nonetheless.