Somewhere there must be a list of books which you are meant to read but the individual volumes will be witheld for a tantalizing period until just the right moment arrives.
Thus, Guy Davenport's 'Geography of the Imagination'. I happened to be down in the library - looking for Hannah Arendt's 'The Human Condition' - when the assistant mentioned they'd received a book I'd asked for I can't remember how long ago. And - finally - there it was.
And it really is as good as I had been led to expect. The Olson essay alone would make it a treasure.
If you're reading, Nelly, you were right all along.
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