i know I traveled

All day long. Many more than a thousand meters. More than a thousand kilometers even. To Chicago. To Syracuse. And beyond Syracuse.

When we got there, we were crazed for food and found the (the) pizza place. If we had braved the shrieking baby we heard in the hotel restaurant, we would have found it attached to Haitch's sister and the rest of her family and her and McCarthy.

But the pizza was good.

dickens' fur coat and charlotte's unanswered letters

I expected this to be more tidbits like those in Daniel Pool's first, What Jane Austen Ate and Charles Dickens Knew. It wasn't, but instead a social history of mainstream Victorian novel publishing, interesting in its own right.