Not much happening but I'm due to post and I'm sure my legion of loyal readers are breathless to hear what I'm up to.
was great, as per usual. Sage, a restaurant in the Aria, remains one of the two best in the whole city (Le Cirque is the other). Again it delivered a superlative meal. I even loved the dessert (a pineapple themed...thing far too elaborate to describe here). The card games were fine, and I won substantially playing 8/16 H/L Omaha. A bad beat at hold'em the next day (I got all in as a 95% favorite and lost) took my winnings for the trip down some, but I still finished up.
The last few weeks I've been really enjoying Hugh Johnson's exceptional World Atlas of Wine. The world of wine is endless--even the world of French wine is near-to-endless--and the knowledge and experience it offers both fascinates and slightly nonplusses me. We just ordered a new selection of Burgundies, with a few Northern Rhone and Italian reds thrown in for variety. One nice bottle every week has become the new MO (the old--four not-nice bottles every week--is discontinued).
Alex Ross recommended the Mann novel in his Five Books interview a while back and I've been slowly pushing through it ever since. I won't attempt a thorough summary here, but it does cry out for a good translator (the one who did the Modern Library edition is appallingly bad). Faustus conforms to almost every stereotype of German art you can think of; it's filled with abstruse, sometimes incoherently complex philosophical, theological, and historical speculations; its prose often seems designed to defeat, and not promote comprehension; and it cares about ideas to the expense of all else (pleasure, drama, character, development of scenes, etc). For all that, it's still a great, great novel--though perhaps one to be admired more than loved. I'm considering reading more Mann fiction after this, but we'll see. I may need a break.