I don’t know why I’m beginning this new entry now (Monday morning), when I’m not really sure where I’m going to take it, when House, M. D. starts up again tonight* and will probably inspire me to a variety of rants and/or analyses. Then again, I’m winging this one with…
Okay, my “short” reviews don’t seem to be that short anymore. So, in the interests of returning to my terse roots, reviews in three sentences or fewer! Proust Was a Neuroscientist (Jonah Lehrer, 2007) —
(See? See what I did there?) I’m blogging today about three works that made me think a bit more about how expectations and knowledge can affect the way I experience stories. Yeah, you’ve been warned.