Michael Cox and his novel, The Meaning of Night, was put to the test tonight when a jury of seven gave it a definitive 'thumbs-sideways'.
"It was no Georgette Heyer" said Newbury intellectual, Alison Gibbs. The rest of the perusing posse provided similar pronouncements.
Other items up for judgement - Charlie Sheen (bi-polar!!), the Oscars (worst EVER!) and Dr Dan (homeopathic hogwash or guiding light?). Joppa cheese, pizza (imported from New Haven) and wine were a hit, however.
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Newburyport's answer to the Algonquin Round table took a slight respite from their fascinating repertoire to admire Bill's striped socks. Everyone enjoys a comfy sock.
2 comments:
Hardly. I did call her Jane Austin LITE, didn't I?
You did...I took a little liberty and applied your Georgette Heyer reference to Michael Cox. I think it's safe to say we would both take GH over MC any day.
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