Time suck of the week: the complete correspondence of Vincent Van Gogh, fully annotated, reproduced, and translated. Good gosh, it's good reading--but then I like epistolary biographies more than any other. He doesn't sound like a raving lunatic at all by the way. An affection and polite man, with an enjoyment of simple things. I haven't read my way into the end of his life yet, but I'll let you know. Warning: make sure you have no appointments. I've got a house full of people coming today and I keep steeling away from chores to take a peek at the next one.
