Wells, H. G.

In the Avu Observatory

by Wells, H. G.

A few days ago, I took a little trip to Toronto, where the jazz singers scat to sheet music, where wine is poured long before noon, and where the best booksellers refuse to serve the likes of me. While there, I spent a day in rooms full of brainy people as obsessive as I am about books and reading and great literature and using technology in the service of all these things. That’s right: me, your Miette, dropped down in the middle of Booknerdville. Must I even mention that it was terrific? …