Ana Božičević for all her work. Met some lovely folks, peddled some handmade books. On the bus back, I read Charles Portis's Norwood. What a gut stun. Hilarious, sharp. Pre-cursor to the Coen brothers. Somebody once called Portis "Cormac McCarthy with a sense of humor" which isn't fair to Cormac McCarthy but which makes for a nice segue into this link to a sentence I wrote for Big Other about a sentence in McCarthy's majorfest Suttree. Want to read everything by Portis now. More thoughts soon.