Although I’ve not succeeded in catching a broadcast in a long time, I maintain a great deal of affection for NPR’s Wait, Wait… Don’t Tell Me!. As a result, when I was in Quail Ridge Books on Friday–it being perhaps not entirely surprising that the onset of the Christmas season tends to drive me more to local retailers, even though I’m generally content to browse at Barnes & Noble most of the time–I picked up (among other things), Adam Felber‘s Schroedinger’s Ball.
It’s a decent way to pass a few hours–not that there’s anything wrong with that. If you’re moderately familiar with Cambridge, where almost all of it takes place, it is perhaps more amusing than if you’re not–for instance, a scene takes place in the Bow & Arrow (which, Googling tells me, 1) was the bar in Good Will Hunting and 2) apparently no longer exists), in which I have actually been drinking. And drunk.
There are various other landmarks mentioned (The Coop, the Au Bon Pain) or alluded to (for instance, Grendel’s Den, which I’ll note is probably the only a restaurant in the US that has a link on its website to a US Supreme Court decision on it. Or, at least, a case that directly involves them).
In fact, it is perhaps telling that the things I find myself mentioning are all about the context in which it takes place. It is an amusing book, and has some clever bits, but it is short, and it is fluffy. But that’s exactly what I was looking for, so please don’t consider this a complaint.
After a couple more fluffy books, of course, I intend to start the new Pynchon novel. That should be anything but.