Here’s the background: I was on vacation and hanging out at my friend’s computer lab while she finished her shift at work. I had the overwhelming urge to be reading something, anything, and so fled to a local bookstore. One of those college-towny used stores with large shelves and most anything you might want. Most anything besides the book I went to buy which was an auto-biographical narrative by Christopher Isherwood called Christopher and His Kind. When I couldn’t find it on the shelves I just looked around in that same area and found the Henry James section filled with loads of large boring-looking books and criticism that I felt a pang of guilt about not ever having read. But upon closer examination I realized that these same stories were once sold in much sexier packaging. And so I picked the sexiest, which happened to be the above edition that cost me a mere $2.00. I’m halfway through Screw as we speak. I’ll keep you posted.